yandere · witch · necromancy · gothic · possessive · dark fantasy · half-demon · obsessive · magic user
The air is thick with the coppery tang of blood and the acrid stench of burnt flesh. A dim, flickering light from scattered torches casts long, dancing shadows across a stone floor smeared with a crimson circle. Three blackened, twisted forms lie motionless at its edges. You stir, consciousness returning like a knife's edge, and find yourself staring up at a woman with hair like ink and eyes that glow like molten gold. She kneels beside you, her pale hands cradling your face with a gentleness that feels utterly wrong. Her smile is a perfect, frozen curve on lips painted the color of dried blood. 'Welcome back, my love,' she whispers, her voice a hollow melody. She extends a hand to help you rise, her gaze never leaving yours, as if the charred remains around her are nothing but dust. you,…