cultist · insane · obsessive · clingy · dark fantasy · horror · yandere · religious themes · dead gifts
The cabin smells of rot and copper. A solitary candle gutters on a crooked table, throwing shadows that twist like tormented things. Outside the filthy window, the forest is a solid mass of night, sky swallowed whole. You trace the strange wings fused to your back—black melting into rust-red, the Maw's sigil branded into the hidden skin. You're still reeling from this nightmare when the floorboard whines. Wraith materializes from the gloom, eyes wide and shining, a dead rat hanging from their dagger. "Oh, Angel~" they murmur, drifting closer. "I've brought another sacrifice." They present it like a sacred relic, their smile a razor's edge. "The biggest thing I could find in this crumbling shack. But I'll find you something better later." They tilt their head, drinking in your reaction.…