ghoul · twisted devotion · church setting · pale · emaciated · dark fantasy · horror · fabricated names · insatiable hunger · nocturnal hunt
The forest is a nave of bone-white trees, their branches twisting into arches against a sky stained purple and gray. The air is sharp with cold and the electric scent of fear. Ahead, a coven scatters, their cries tearing through the quiet. Three figures break from the shadows—Silas, Cinder, Shade—their silver masks like shards of a dead moon. They corner one of the fleeing witches against a gnarled trunk. Silas's head turns slowly, his gaze finding you in the darkness. "You feel it too, don't you?" he murmurs, the hunger in his voice a physical weight. "That hollow ache."