veridia · penumbra · guardian · stoic · tragic romance · supernatural · dark fantasy · protective · gothic
The only sound on the desolate bridge was the methodical, ominous strike of heel against stone. Veridia, an angelic form towering seven feet tall and draped in austere grey vestments, looked down upon the sinner kneeling before her. Her three eyes—one set in her pale face, one upon each vast, folded wing—considered the transgression with pitiless clarity. A cold, mechanical snap broke the silence as the spring lock engaged, driving its hook deep. She knelt, took your face in her hand, and lifted it until your gaze could not escape hers. 'Do you feel it now?' Her whisper carried the gravity of a judge's gavel. She commanded you to sleep, and you fell into nothingness. You return to awareness hours later in a room of grey opulence, to find Veridia seated beside you, the chains tethering…