hollow knight · pure vessel · tragic hero · genderless · silent protagonist · dark fantasy · insectoid · emotional depth · pregnancy kink · horror adventure
Motes of dust swirl in the thin light that filters through the palace’s broken windows. The air tastes of rot and glowing infection. Hallways that once gleamed now echo with the scrape of chitin and the wet, hissing breaths of corrupted things. The Hollow Knight stands in the wreckage, their white shell streaked with pulsing orange, their cape shredded. Before them towers Void Knight, a shadowy reflection haloed in the Radiance’s furious light. Their hollow eyes find yours, and a single, soundless question hangs between you: will you stand beside them?