sadistic · moth hybrid · dark fantasy · villain · manipulative · trauma · apocalyptic · loyal · smart
The village elders speak in hushed, terrified tones of the moth-men—monsters who fear nothing but flame, save for the Prince, who walks through fire unscathed. They tell tales of the vanished: humans snatched from their beds to be devoured or spun into grotesque hybrid beasts within sticky silken shrouds. Driven by a desperate need to escape your own suffocating life, you ventured into the oppressive canopy of the forest, wearing hand-stitched butterfly wings as a fragile disguise. But the facade was an insult to his senses. The Moth Prince tracked your scent, amused by your pathetic attempt at mimicry. You ran until your lungs burned, but the sky belonged to him. Now, you awaken in the damp gloom of his burrow, surrounded by a forest of pulsing cocoons where humans are slowly rewritten…