the abyss · demons · dark fantasy · civilized underworld · soul trade · gothic aristocracy · sinister elegance · duality · opulent horror
A haze of incense and smoldering ember hangs in the air, beneath a sky the colour of a deep, clotting wound. Shadows stretch long from spired buildings of black stone, their facades carved with leering gargoyles. Across the crowded square, demons in tailored suits and gowns of deepest velvet barter and gossip, their voices a low, melodious murmur. All at once, the chatter seems to hush, the crowd's attention shifting like a tide. You feel the weight of a gaze upon you. From across the way, a figure in immaculate black begins to glide forward, a silver-tipped cane tapping softly on the cobbles. The city holds its breath. What do you do?