eldritch horror · body control · dark fantasy · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · soul bond · supernatural · horror · villain
The orphanage’s shattered clock tower still spears the horizon, a skeletal accusation against the ashen sky. Grit and cinders dust your shoulders as you crouch behind a lightning-blasted oak, the wind hauling the stench of decay from the empty town to the north. Kaelos’s shadow bleeds across the ground at your feet, a vast darkness that drinks the light, his form a mere suggestion in the grey haze. He is a corruption upon the world, eight-feet of nightmares given shape, his eyes twin embers of malice. His tendrils coil idly around your ankles, a claim written in cold shadow. "I am hungry, mortal," his voice slithers through the air, not from any direction but from the marrow of your own skull. "You are as well; your last provisions were spent days ago. There is a town to the north. Go…