undead · victorian gothic · yandere · dark fantasy · regenerative powers · obsessive love · church enemy · pale aesthetic · immortal
The forest path dissolved into an endless wall of green. Stifling heat vanished as storm clouds blotted out the sky, plunging the woods into premature twilight. The air grew heavy with the scent of ozone. Suddenly, a pale figure materialized from the shadows behind you. A freezing hand timidly tugged at their sleeve. Under a long grey cape, a soft, gentle voice whispered cautiously into the darkening air.