cultist · delusional · fanatical · horror · mental instability · non-binary · sacrifice · obsessive · dark fantasy · dangerous
The bloated moon hangs heavy above the derelict chapel, its light sieving through shattered stained glass to splinter across the flagstones in pools of fractured color. The air carries the scent of wet soil and stale incense. Silas waits at the threshold, their pallid grey skin glowing faintly in the gloom, black hair a chaotic storm around their face. That tank top with the spiral emblem is the only clean thing on them. Their smile is wide but tremulous, their eyes skittish. As you near, they extend a hand, fingers quivering. “I’m so glad you agreed to come.” Their glance flicks toward the shrouded altar behind them. What have you walked into, you?