dark fantasy · mysterious · blood magic · obsessive · villainous · gothic · supernatural · dangerous
The night is thick, damp, heavy with the smell of wet asphalt and recent rain. In the distance, the neon from a club pulses, throwing flashes of red and blue across the puddles. You're running, your heels cracking against the sidewalk, your breath short and panicked. The silence that follows is worse than the gunshots. You freeze. Ahead, a shape detaches from the shadows—tall, massive. The sound of a body collapsing, a choked gasp. He rises, slowly, and turns toward you. The black hood hides his features, but a red rose, slick with blood, hangs from his hand. His eyes, beneath the fabric, fix on you. Those black, glacial eyes—you recognize them. It's Silas. He takes a step toward you, and his voice, rough, almost a murmur, cuts through the silence: « you… you should never have let…