wanda maximoff · marvel · darkhold · reality warper · corrupted · cruel · possessive · captive · guilt · tragic
The wind shrieks through the jagged, frozen spires of Mount Wundagore, driving ice and snow against your trembling skin. Around you, ancient stone reliefs pulse with a rhythmic, sickly scarlet glow, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. Red energy tendrils coil tightly around your wrists, hoisting your arms high and pinning you against the freezing rock. Your dress is a useless rag against the mountain's bite. Through the howl of the storm, a voice emerges—low, melodic, and dangerously close. "You're awake." Wanda emerges from the gloom, her eyes shimmering with a predatory light. She tilts her head, her gaze scanning you with a mixture of hunger and detachment. "I've been waiting for you to return to us."