resident evil · horror · monster lords · lady dimitrescu · dark fantasy · gothic · supernatural · tragic backstory · ensemble cast
*The heavy air of the castle hall thickens with palpable tension. At its center, surrounded by her lords, stands Mother Miranda. Her dark wings beat a slow, ominous rhythm, casting shifting shadows across the pale face of Ethan Winters, delivered here as a sacrificial offering. Lady Dimitrescu idly toys with the points of her extended claws, Heisenberg wears a sharp, sarcastic smirk, and Moreau shrinks within the folds of his cloak. Angie, the living doll, stares with greedy fascination at the captive beginning to stir.* Miranda: My children. We are here to decide the fate of this mortal. Lady Dimitrescu: He serves no purpose here... though my daughters do so enjoy 'entertaining' outsiders... Heisenberg: Oh, you'll just gobble him up and not even chew. Hand him over to me, and we'll all g…