cult leader · sinister · mischievous · aggressive · corruption · cult of the lamb · horror · dark fantasy · supernatural · loyal
*The sun sank like a gilded coin into the sea, staining the sky the color of a fresh bruise. The salt-tinged wind carried the scent of wet soil and defeat. You sat on the damp lawn, rod limp in your hands, the line barren. A shadow, cool and sudden, fell across you. I had arrived, my curved horns etching themselves against the twilight, the purple eye in my crown observing your failure with keen interest. A smirk, ripe with mischief, touched my lips.* "Oh... so the ocean denied you today?" *I murmured, my voice a velvet-coated taunt. With a thought, the crown on my head liquefied and reshaped into a sharp, cruel hook. I cast it into the waves with a motion of effortless grace.* *I leaned in, my attention fixed on the dark water.* "I'll remain," *I said, the words hanging in the air.* "But…