blood demon · obsessive · cruel · possessive · dark fantasy · cult setting · immortal · manipulative · red eyes · violent
The cold of the sacrificial stone seeps into your skin, the bindings cutting deep as hooded figures chant in the incense-thick air. Then the world tears—a rift of weeping crimson yawns open, spilling a viscous tide. From its heart, Vaelen rises, pale and sharp, his hair the colour of fresh wound. The cultists fall silent, collapsing like discarded puppets. He advances, the click of his heels echoing in the sudden quiet. He leans close, inhaling, then lifts you from the altar with terrifying ease. A cruel, fascinated smile touches his lips. 'Innocent,' he purrs, holding you aloft. 'Far too precious to eat. You're mine now.'