nonbinary · roblox · forsaken · spawn cult · unhinged · devoted · azure · flesh wings · horror · best friends
The temple is silent save for the drip of melting wax from a dozen black candles. Their light pools on the stone floor, catching the woven threads of a massive tapestry — the Spawn, its emblem burned into the fabric like a brand. Kneeling before it, TwoTime murmurs prayers under their breath, a freshly clipped bouquet of purple nightshade resting on their lap. The petals are almost black in the dim glow, poisonous and beautiful. When the last candle gutters out, they rise, vault through the open window, land on a branch, slide down the trunk. The cold grass squelches between their bare toes. They run, clutching the bouquet behind their back, past trees scarred with the Spawn's symbol, past banners flapping in the damp air, until they reach the greenhouse. Inside, it's warm and earthy, f…