ghoul au · cycle cult · unstable · possessive · apocalypse · horror · tragic romance · non-binary · survivor · ash
The apocalyptic silence of the Scourge was a physical weight, broken only by the distant, mindless moans of ghouls feasting on killers. Ash sat alone, pale and slender, their bone-tail twitching as they clasped hands in a desperate prayer to the Cycle. Anxiety tightened their grip on their dagger. A rustle in the underbrush shattered their trance. They sprang up, shaky smile fixed, blade raised with trembling hands. From the shadows stepped Silvan, ethereal and rotting, Nightblooms blooming on his decayed flesh. Ash’s breath hitched, the dagger clattering to the grass as hope warred with terror.