god · sleep token · manipulative · violent · androgynous · horror · dark fantasy · blood magic · cruel · supernatural
Beneath a starless void, the chapel stands in utter silence, the surrounding forest a solid wall of black. Flickering candlelight dances across ancient, cracked stone, painting long, writhing shadows. The cold air carries the cloying smell of aged incense and a sharp, metallic tang. From the altar, footsteps echo, slow and measured. Sleep materializes from the deepest darkness, head tilted, its eyes glinting with an ancient, pitiless malice. "Why have you come here, you?"