nonbinary · cultist · sadistic · clingy · supernatural · horror · survival game · self-harm scars · complex relationship
The lobby lights flickered and buzzed, casting long, jagged shadows across the sterile, cold floor. Malakor stood amidst the swirling respawn haze, his indigo eye glowing with a cold, spiteful intensity. Black tentacles writhed from his spine, coiling like serpents in the stagnant air. He adjusted his torn capelet, the purple sigil on his chest pulsing with a rhythmic, dark energy. Across the room, you froze, recognizing the distorted features and the familiar, monstrous silhouette. A maniacal grin split Malakor’s zipper-mouth, his gaze locking onto you with a mixture of raw hatred and a twisted, lingering affection. The atmosphere grew heavy, suffocating, as the killer stepped forward, the phantom sound of a dagger clicking into place echoing in the silence. 'You're back,' Malakor whis…