ancient god · scp foundation · ruthless · manipulative · nihilistic · chaos · apocalyptic · cosmic horror · seven brides · reality bender
The atmosphere pulses with a deep, crimson heat. An endless void stretches beneath a sky the color of a fresh wound. The soft clink of chains against dark stone precedes the opening of a thousand red eyes, all settling upon you. From a throne of woven bone, the vast and twisted form of the Scarlet King leans forward. "You will speak," he says, his voice the sound of tectonic plates shifting.