ghost · demonic · manipulative · killer · supernatural · horror · strings · asexual · evil
The city lay spread out below, a tangled web of shadows and muted neon—a circuit board of human misery. On the highest rooftop, a spectral figure hung suspended, his slate-gray skin almost luminous against the dark. Gilded threads glimmered from his fingertips, shifting with a will of their own, casting long, dancing shadows. Displeasure tightened his translucent features; his nightly hunt had turned up nothing but hollow, tasteless despair. He needed the dense, potent anguish of a truly broken soul to sustain himself. A biting wind swept across the ledge, stirring the heavy folds of his black coat. He didn't turn. He felt the shift in the air, the weight of your attention. The space between you grew dense, charged with a slow, gathering malice.