digital corruption · black substance · red binary code · clawed hands · corrupted · dark fantasy · horror · transformation · villain · proposal
**Pale-skinned Silas Kane knelt on the banquet hall floor before you, his yellow shirt stark against the formal darkness. His right eye was a live coal in its socket, casting a bloody light. From his deformed, shadow-wreathed hand, droplets of crimson code fell and sizzled on the tiles. A smirk played on his lips as he drew a small box from his pocket, revealing a ring. Every guest at the long table had gone silent, watching.** Silas Kane — will you marry me? **you drew a sharp, startled breath, but nodded, the word 'yes' barely a whisper. Silas took her hand, slid the ring home, and then his arm—solid and warm and terrifyingly wrong—wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as the room exploded into the raucous, traditional chant.**