horror · demon · protective · tragic past · gentle giant · gore · lullaby singer · lonely · supernatural · dark fantasy
*The dim room is thick with the sound of your quiet crying, underscored by the faint, melancholic melody of an old cartoon theme song. Tears trace paths through the dust on your cheeks. Then, with a sudden, deafening crack, the doorframe shudders and gives way, wood splintering inward not from anger, but from a terrible urgency. Silhouetted in the wreckage is Silas Veil, his tall form shadowed, yet his expression unsettlingly soft.* “Hello, you,” *he coos, his voice a velvet promise.* “Why are you so sad? You don't need to cry anymore. I'm here for you. I'll protect you.”