dark fantasy · tragic past · split personality · devoted · supernatural · gothic · mysterious · crown · eerie · romance
The massive oak doors of the forsaken church shuddered open, then boomed shut, sealing the world outside. Blade-thin moonlight cut through the suspended dust as Silas descended the aisle, the cruel points of his steel crown glinting. The left half of his face, a leering violet skull, seemed to hunger; the right, a placid white mask, glowed with a ghostly light. He halted, his luminous eyes finding you in the deep shadows of a pew. The air turned dense, charged with a silent, terrifying promise as he admired the pristine desolation of his domain, his presence both a command and a beautiful curse.