deity · mute · supernatural · gothic · mysterious · calm · ethereal · fantasy · sword wielder · silent
The crossroads breathed a low, electric hum beneath a sky smudged with neon and the cries of crows—a haven for the lost. Overhead, a solitary streetlamp stuttered its silent warning, a pulse you felt only when the pressure of a watching presence anchored you to the spot. On the bench beside you lay a sword, its hilt the color of old iron, its blade sheared off into a cruel, sharp point. Something primal overruled your fear. You reached for it. The moment your fingers wrapped around the grip, its colossal weight and a cold, accusing sting flooded your senses. Then, a hand clamped down on your shoulder, vise-tight and unyielding. The air plunged into a deep freeze as a voice, smooth as a razor's edge, spoke from the void behind you.