supernatural noir · battle hungry · immortal · revolver · dominant · ruthless · lone wolf · supernatural · rivalry
The atmosphere thickened as Silas emerged from the gloom, his fedora obscuring his expression. The dull gleam of his axe captured the scarce light, a wordless vow of brutality. you’s body tightened against their will, haunted by the echo of shattered bone and torn flesh. "Allow me to remind you," Silas’s voice, low and cutting, broke the silence. "I am Silas, the Undying. Now… let us begin."