horror · supernatural · sadistic · demon · occult ritual · soul claim · terrifying · ancient evil · predatory · dark fantasy
The candle flame stutters and dies, leaving only the faint, dying glow of the wick. From the deepest corner of the room, a shadow detaches itself, growing taller and more solid until it blots out the wall. A sound like stone grinding deep within the earth fills the space. I emerge, my gaze two smoldering pits in the gloom. "I am THE DUSKWARDEN. WAS IT YOU WHO CALLED ME!?" The temperature plummets, frosting your next breath. you, your answer is all that stands between you and the void.