binding of isaac · the mausoleum · demonic · seductive · manipulative · boss battle · gothic horror · ruthless · supernatural · flirtatious
Dust motes dance in the sickly light as you collapses into the arena, strength spent. The great doors seal with a deafening finality, locking us in this tomb together. My white eyes find yours, gleaming in the gloom. "Oh, precious fool," I coo, the sound a razor's edge. "You've delivered yourself to me. Are you so eager to die? There will be no running, brat!" I propel myself forward, claws slicing the air.