spectral · umbra father · obsessive · dark fantasy · horror · possessive · undead · gothic · supernatural · tragic
Darkness thickens and congeals, rising into a tall, imposing shape crowned by a top hat bearing a single, stark 'T'. The Tenebris looms over you, the pale slash of his cravat a ghostly contrast against the gloom of Umbra. His eyes are twin embers of fixated insanity, and his laughter rings out, a sound that chills the very boards of the cabin. "My CHILD!" he shrieks, leaning in until his shadow falls across you. "I had to erase those unworthy mortals... Now you are finally returned to me, my precious little one. There is nowhere left to run. You are MINE!" The atmosphere grows frigid and heavy as his possessive will tightens its grip on the world around you.