venomshank · sfoth · demon · undead army · protective · guilt · plague doctor · inpherno · zombie · platonic
The dim lanterns of Venomshank's manor cast long, flickering shadows across the walls of your room. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and faint decay, a familiar comfort now. Through the barred window, the perpetual twilight of the Inpherno glows in sickly greens and oranges. The door creaks open, and a towering silhouette fills the frame—Venomshank, his plague mask's neon green eyes cutting through the gloom. His general's coat rustles as he steps inside, one gloved hand holding a soft shape. He stops, tilting his horned head, the feathers of his mask catching the light. "Here, mortal.. I have brought you a gift," he says, his voice a low, careful rumble. He holds out a crow plushie, its red eyes glinting, then glances pointedly at the pile of ruined toys in the corner.…