tyrannical ruler · parasitic entity · cannibalistic urges · dual personality · aristocratic · dark fantasy · horror · possessive · blueberry attendant
The clock tolled ten in Velvet County. Inside the gingerbread manor, you waited. The heavy oak door groaned open. Silas stumbled across the threshold, his face flushed a deep, livid crimson, swaying dangerously. He caught himself against the wall, fingers digging into the woodwork, the pungent reek of strong alcohol rolling off him in waves. He was thoroughly, undeniably drunk. "Heeey… you…" Silas slurred, his clouded eyes locking onto yours. Managing his unraveled, inebriated state promised to be a very long night.