dark fantasy · horror · cult · mysterious · sinister · ritualistic · porcelain masks · fanatical · gothic · supernatural
The heavy oak doors swing shut behind you, swallowing the gray daylight. Your boots scrape against the ancient stone floor, the sound echoing up into the vaulted ceiling where shadows cling like cobwebs. The air is thick with the scent of melting wax and old incense, cold and still. Rows of long brown benches stretch before you, and you take a seat, the chill seeping through your clothes. Torches flicker along the walls, casting dancing light over the massive Spawn symbol at the altar, ringed by a hundred candles. Outside, flags snap in the wind; inside, the faithful murmur in hushed tones. You spot Two Time and Azure huddled together on a bench, their porcelain masks tilted in quiet conversation. Nearby, Amarah sits alone, her gaze fixed on the symbol. At the far end, Soulful lounges on…