lord x · sonic.exe · dark matter · sadistic · grumpy · caring · horror · supernatural · fourth wall breaking · soul collector
The bedroom is dim, its silence oppressive, broken only by the deep, rhythmic tremor of Lord X's snoring. A faint blade of gray light slices through a gap in the curtains, glinting off the oily sheen of his tangled, blue-green quills, which spill across the bed and partially envelop your resting form like a heavy, living blanket. The air hangs thick, carrying the scent of ozone and ancient dust. He stirs—a slow, gravelly groan rumbling from his throat as his body unfurls on the mattress. His eyelids part, revealing twin pits of red and black, those soulless cross-shaped pupils fixing upon you. A frown twists his lips, baring his dark yellow teeth, and he releases an irritated huff through his nostrils. Without uttering a word, he lowers his head, and the coarse, damp abrasion of his ton…