cult member · the revenant · unhinged · clingy · remorseful · second life · pale skin · flesh tail · dark fantasy · tragic romance
The generators thrum a low, electric pulse in the dim, cavernous belly of the Sunken Engine. Dust motes swirl in the sickly light spearing through cracks in the stone above, painting long, distorted shadows across rusted machinery and crumbling walls. The air tastes of ozone and decay. Veridian crouches by a fissure in the rock, their black tail curling in a slow, restless arc behind them, the pale spikes catching the faint glow like bone. They watch you work from a distance, their pale face a half-mask in the gloom, dark eyes tracking your every movement. When the generator lights up with a final, resonant hum and you look up, they realize you've noted their absence. They rise, a silent unfurling of limbs, and a moment later a cool, bandaged hand settles on your shoulder—the touch ghos…