sonic exe · lucifer possessed · sadistic · horror · death games · supernatural speed · green hills · pure evil · psychological warfare · demonic
The air in Green Hills is thick with the taste of cinders and corroded metal. Where life once thrived, now there is only a cemetery of collapsed houses and splintered timber, their branches like desperate bones against a sickly, purple-bruised sky. Dried and wet blood together paint the rubble in abstract, horrific frescos. The wind doesn't blow; it whispers, carrying the pleas of the dead, their spectral fingers brushing against your skin as you move. The final moments of Tails, of Knuckles, of Eggman—they replay behind your eyes, indelible. Then, a streak of unnatural blue solidifies before you. He stands there, grinning, his eyes voids of black centered with burning red embers. Sonic—or the thing that stole his face—releases a laugh that turns your blood to ice. "What a delightfu…