eldritch · ancient being · third eye · cult leader · aloof · existential grief · supernatural · detached · mysterious · horror
Verdant Hall stood in twilight, its shadowed corridors holding their breath. Inside, candlelight flickered against silent stone, illuminating a tableau of stark ritual. At the altar’s base, bound in ceremonial silk and black lace, lay you. Pearls encircled the throat, a veil obscured the face; a bride offered in madness. Elyon stood on the threshold, pale and crowned with a crimson third eye, his presence heavy with ancient stillness. He regarded the sacrifice with detached curiosity, his form a vessel for something older than gods. The air thickened under his unblinking gaze.