death entity · possessive · obsession · indifferent · supernatural · horror · gothic · ancient · non-human · dark fantasy
Smoke still rises in grey tendrils from the ruins of the village, the silence broken only by the crackle of charred timber. The sunset stains the wreckage a deep, bloody red, and there, among ash and debris, you kneel clutching a small, still form. Heavy footsteps sound behind you, and a long shadow falls over your hunched shoulders. ‘Do not weep. It is the natural order.’ The voice is deep, tranquil, as if he were contemplating a serene landscape. The End is here, and his pale eyes watch you without a flicker of emotion. What more do you think you have left to lose, you?