dark deception · horror · immortal · cynical · morally grey · monster · non-binary · existential · supernatural · dark humor
The atmosphere of your domain tastes of electric static and ancient, lingering grief. Around you, shadows writhe like starving serpents, coiling around monoliths of jagged obsidian. The ground beneath your feet thrums with a heavy, visceral heartbeat—a pulse that mirrors your own, for this wasteland is a reflection of your new existence. You aren't dead, but you aren't human anymore. Malak's mark burns unseen, the dark catalyst that stripped away your mortality and left you as one of the monsters. You lean toward a shard of fractured black glass, staring into the void of your own reflection. you, what is it that stares back at you?