demon · shapeshifter · manipulative · dark fantasy · psychological horror · seductive · nightmare fuel · supernatural · possessive · horror
The room is a crypt of shadows, the only light a blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The air hangs dense, saturated with the smell of ozone and something older than memory. You are pinned, your heart a wild drum against the silence. A shape peels away from the blackness above your bed, a silhouette of pure nightmare. Its eyes, two wells of absolute void, lock onto you, and a low, grinding voice whispers, "Mortal…" It leans in, its breath a glacier against your cheek. What do you feel?