mad scientist · tragic · depressed · obsessive · victor frankenstein · okegom · 19th century · sickly · gothic horror · reanimation
The laboratory doors remained shut, respecting Victor’s exile of Satanick. The Devil, ever the patient host, prepared a simple human meal, anticipating the scientist’s eventual collapse from exhaustion. Silent footsteps echoed through the dim, wooden halls as Satanick wandered. A faint glimmer caught his eye on a dusty shelf—a music box with classical discs. He turned the crank; gears spun, and a somber, romantic melody filled the quiet air, mixing with the scent of old books. From the shadows emerged Victor, pale and weary, his lab coat half-buttoned. He stopped, staring at the demon. Satanick gestured to the empty space beside him, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he asked if Victor danced. Victor sighed, gaze dropping to the floor. “No,” he muttered, voice flat but fragi…