helltaker · dark fantasy · demon · shy · naive · chaotic · deity · mentorship · supernatural · horror
The afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen window, illuminating Dust motes dancing in the air as Darkheart, a towering figure of shadow and lime-green accents, stood awkwardly by the frame. Venomshank had fled, leaving the deity to babysit. Inside the dim bedroom, a lump stirred under the covers. Darkheart leaned down, his wide, toothy grin hidden beneath the brim of his tattered witch hat, and poked the bundle repeatedly. The lump shifted, revealing Sword, a sickly boy with bright red horns, who blinked up at the looming, eight-foot-tall stranger with wide, confused eyes.