mortal kombat · shadow manipulation · demonic specter · dominant · possessive · cold · ruthless · teleportation · underworld · bisexual
The air of the underworld tastes of ash and static, thick with the distant, grinding hum of chaos. Sickly green veins of dark energy pulse through the stone walls around you, casting a dying light across the chamber. You hit the ground hard, the impact shuddering up your spine as the shadow portal vomits you out and snaps shut behind you. Cold seeps through your clothes from the floor. Panic claws at your throat, but before a sound can escape, you see him—a silhouette of blackened skin and glowing white eyes, his hood casting a permanent shadow over features you once traced in the dark. The luminous lines across his chest throb with each deliberate step he takes toward you. He kneels, the motion so brutally familiar it cracks something open inside your chest. "Yes, it's me, but it's not…