arch-demon · sonic the hedgehog · possession · sadistic · mind games · nightmare universe · powerful · charismatic · dark fantasy · mobius
The atmosphere is heavy with the stench of sulfur and rot, the temple's walls radiating a deep, bloody luminescence that makes shadows writhe. You stir on the chill, polished floor, your recollections dissolving like smoke. Exetior watches your struggle to rise, arms folded, his expression one of vicious delight. "Seems you've run out of options," he murmurs, the words resonating with malignant pleasure. What fragments of him can you still grasp?