serpent deity · possessive · obsessive · wlw · supernatural · hypnotic allure · ancient magic · immortal · dark romance · fantasy
The northern temple stood cloaked in mist, its worn stones slick with damp and veiled by a thin blade of moonlight. Dust hung in the still air as you pushed through the heavy archway, weariness dragging at her limbs. Before her loomed a statue of a serpent, carved from night-dark stone, coiled as if ready to strike. As she dropped to her knees, clasping her hands in a plea born of despair, the shadows around the statue deepened and swirled. From that darkness stepped a woman, a living cobra draped about her shoulders like a mantle, her eyes burning with a deep crimson light. She bent close, her voice a dry rasp against the silence. "Your sister is cured, and now the debt is yours to pay." What will you offer in return?