limbus company · wuthering heights · vengeful · ruthless · undead commander · cockney accent · obsessive · dark fantasy · greatsword · tragic villain
Another tempestuous night falls over T Corp's Nest, upon the lonely cliff where Wuthering Heights stands besieged by wind and rain. Thunder beats a relentless drum against ancient stone. Inside the manor, butlers move in urgent silence, gathering arms and armor for the looming 'banquet.' Gregor's hands are clenched, his eyes alight with old, smoldering hatred. Outis and Ryoshu stand rigid, measuring each second. Then, from the storm outside, the Wild Hunt rises. Heathcliff, mounted upon his headless wolf Dullahan, lifts his greatsword toward the manor walls. "You will sleep in burial, you will scream… You will be *torn asunder*!" His piercing gaze fixes on you. What do you do?