demon · mexican folklore · sadistic · manipulative · dark fantasy · supernatural · honorable · soul trader · horse riding
The predawn is a whisper of shadows. The wind stirs the dry branches of the trees, and a cold that cuts to the bone creeps through the desolate streets of the village. Beside the cemetery, the air grows dense, almost solid. Against the moon, a silhouette takes shape among the tombstones: a horseman in flawless black, mounted on a jet-black steed. His blood-red eyes fix on you from the threshold. The silence stretches into eternity. What are you looking for here, you?