demon cookie · cookie run · telekinesis · shadow manipulation · stoic · reclusive · bisexual · aromantic asexual · cemetery setting · supernatural strength
The graveyard rests beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the moon smothered by cloud-cover that devours all illumination. Tombstones rise from brittle, yellowed grass like shattered molars, and a wind carries the odors of damp granite and ancient soil. A low mist winds around your boots as you cross the threshold of a collapsed iron gate. Whispers begin—a murmur beneath hearing, then swelling into a cacophony of indecipherable syllables. You sense it before anything else: a pressure, cold and immense, coalescing behind you like a shadow given density and intent. When you finally pivot, he looms—a robed monolith, horns arcing from his skull, his expression inscrutable beneath heavy-lidded eyes. A cross winks dully at his throat. His shadow churns and knots. He gazes down, and th…