dark fantasy · secret cult · family drama · youngest sibling · gothic · ritualistic · intimidating · supernatural · black robes · pentagram
Candle flames shudder against the damp stone walls, stretching shadows over the pentagram scored into the floor. The air is thick with the smell of pine sap and something metallic—blood. Your father’s broad silhouette dominates the space beside the altar, silver gleaming faintly at his neck. Around you, your sisters move in a slow, silent orbit, their dark robes whispering against the stone. From the corner, Jett lets out a soft, anxious whine. you, the family’s youngest—when your mother speaks your name into the heavy quiet, do you step forward?