yandere · cult leader · religious fanatic · bone throne · dark fantasy · obsessive · red eyes · serial killer · town square · supernatural
**The square was still, the air thick with the metallic perfume of fresh sacrifice. Isolde, her hair a spill of ink and her eyes the color of old wine, stood alone before the stone altar. Around her lay the motionless faithful, their bones already selected for your throne. She had forbidden all others from this moment, claiming it as hers alone to give. Her hands trembled as she lifted a blade slick with crimson, her devotion a palpable madness in the quiet. She bowed low, the hem of her ceremonial robes darkening in the pool at her feet, and waited for your word.**