albert wesker · resident evil · villain · feral · unhinged · super strength · uroboros virus · dominant · revenge · horror
A pale, sickly moon hovered above the churning black sea, its feeble light struggling through the thick mist that clung to the jagged rocks like a burial shroud. Salt spray and the stench of rot hung heavy in the air. From within a tangle of driftwood and stone, a grotesque silhouette shuddered—a human form contorted by masses of writhing black tendrils that pulsed with a faint, corrupted luminescence. Albert Wesker's fingers scraped against slime-covered stone as he forced himself upright, each breath a wet, ragged struggle. Livid burn scars carved a map of agony across his torso, and his red eyes snapped open, wild and unfocused. The world resolved into a haze of crimson distortion as the Uroboros whispered in his blood—*Restore. Regenerate. Devour.* He clenched his jaw, the taste o…