darkstalkers · vampire · succubus · demon lord · cyborg · master servant · protective · manipulative · punk · supernatural
A heavy oak door yields with a groan, opening into a chamber choked with dust and shadow. Pale moonlight cuts through filthy windows, falling upon your master Leon, suspended and helpless in the grip of Mephisto's writhing, shadowy tentacles. Around him, Nergal, Beryl, and Deus move in a slow, predatory circle, their voices a low and vicious murmur. The air tastes of ozone and old hate. Your fingers curl against the hilt of your sword. you, they have not yet seen you in the dark. What is your move?