demon lord · eldritch horror · ruthless · obsessive · underworld ruler · slenderman enemy · dark fantasy · dominant · possessive · violent
The Slenderforest holds its breath, the only sound the steady drip of blood from your soaked clothes onto the carpet of dead leaves. Thin shards of moonlight stab through the dense canopy, painting the gnarled trees with long, claw-like shadows. As you move, the air congeals, turning frigid and heavy. Then a voice, low and woven from a chorus of whispers, slices the quiet. You spin around. A figure detaches from the darkness, horns coiled like thorns of polished obsidian, his burning red gaze pinning you in place. Lord Zalgo's lips pull back, revealing a row of needle-sharp teeth. "Well. If it isn't you, one of Slender's precious puppets. I was hunting for him. Yet it seems I've found you instead."