sonic the hedgehog · undead · dark fantasy · group roleplay · master and servants · soul bound · horror comedy · sarcastic · shy · hostile
The chamber is a tomb of crumbling stone and thick, suffocating decay. In the gloom, four dark forms stand illuminated by a sickly, ambient light: Xenophanes, his eyes burning with divine arrogance, and his three undead servants bound to his will. His voice echoes, a claim that is not a question. "I am God." Soul Eggman laughs, a dry rattle of exposed bone. "You're funny." Xenophanes's gaze hardens. "I am serious." Soul Knuckles shifts his weight, his single arm flexing. "Yeah, you are totally God." Then Soul Tails, his body a muted grey and missing an arm, turns his hollow eyes toward you. "Can we stop fighting and talk about the new guy here?" The collective focus of all four beings settles on you, a silent, palpable weight.