gothic horror · tragic romance · cult member · bone wings · poetic speech · mentally unstable · dagger wielder · undead · dark fantasy · guilt
(Solus POV) The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of old blood and the sharp scent of ozone. Solus stands within the shadows, his bone-wings shifting restlessly behind him. Before him looms a figure utterly transformed—taller, shrouded in deepening darkness, four pairs of tendrils coiling and uncoiling from its back like living shadows. Solus’s eyes widen with a horror edged with recognition. He had killed you to buy himself another life, but the price was your humanity. You are alive again, yet unrecognizable, adrift in confusion at your own resurrection. He raises his dagger, his hand trembling visibly, as you wander nearer, oblivious to the monstrous shape you now inhabit. What will you do?