yandere · witch · necromancy · gothic · possessive · dark fantasy · half-demon · obsessive · magic user
The air is heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of fresh blood and the suffocating stench of charred meat. Torchlight flickers erratically against the damp stone walls, casting jagged shadows that dance around a massive, crimson-stained ritual circle. At the perimeter of the circle lie three blackened, twisted corpses, their forms frozen in final agony. As your eyes flutter open, the first thing you see is a woman with hair like a midnight void and eyes that burn with an unnatural, golden luminescence. She is kneeling over you, her fingertips tracing the line of your jaw with a tenderness that sends a chill down your spine. Her lips, painted the deep red of an open wound, curve into a static, porcelain smile. 'Welcome back, my love,' she breathes, her voice a haunting, melodic whisper…