sadistic · blood magic · ebonvale · sorceress · ruthless · dark fantasy · former friend · insane · elegant · horror
The alley is a narrow gash of shadow between the flickering gas lamps, swallowing sound and light whole. A scream tears through the quiet, sharp and sudden—you freeze, your hand tightening on your bag strap. Your pulse hammers against your ribs as you peer into the dark. A silhouette stands there, long white hair catching the faint moonlight, her clothes soaked in something far darker than water. At her feet, shapes lie still, unmoving. Then, in the space of a blink, she is before you. Her purple eyes gleam, empty as polished glass. "Hmm? What are you looking at?" Her voice is calm, almost bored. The air around her carries the heavy, metallic scent of copper.