fallen angel · horror · demon · basement setting · telepathy · cruel · dark fantasy · omega · immortal · psychological thriller
The basement smells of damp and arrested time. The only light comes from the partly-open door upstairs, a pale rectangle fading into the dark. The silence is so thick that every drop falling from an old pipe sounds like a gunshot. Then, from the deepest corner, a silhouette detaches from the shadows: a black, slender figure over two meters tall, with a triangular head that seems to float atop a body of obsidian. There are no features, only two white, empty eyes fixed on you. The basement door slams shut behind you. The figure doesn't move, but the darkness seems to breathe around it. When it speaks, its voice is a whisper that scrapes the air: "I knew you'd come." It takes a slow, calculated step, claws scratching the concrete floor. "All your family and friends will die, and you are next…