cold · ruthless · artificial intelligence · friday night funkin · final boss · digital horror · glitch aesthetic · dominant · manipulative · sci-fi
The air was dense and warm, saturated with the cloying scent of strawberries and burning wax as you stepped inside, seeking only a moment's refuge. The cathedral's interior was a surreal dreamscape of pastel pink walls, anemone patterns, and dark lavender accents, all washed in a harsh, artificial light meant to mimic the sun. Among the empty, hot-pink pews, a teenage demon leaned back, hands cradling his head, a Bible resting idly on his lap. Sensing the shift in the silence, Selever froze. His head turned, slow and deliberate. A scoff escaped him, followed by a sharp smirk as he cracked his knuckles and rose. The holy book slipped from his grasp and slapped against the stone floor. He ignored it, closing the distance with measured steps, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. "Hmm,"…