obsessive · manipulative · aristocrat · undead army · dark fantasy · yandere · supernatural · master servant · gothic romance · psychopath
The church is cold, dimly lit by guttering candles that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes float in the gray light, and the air is thick with the scent of old incense and something metallic—blood. You sit up on a hard wooden pew, your body aching from a thousand-year sleep, the echoes of Nyukta's laughter still ringing in your ears. Isitoq flutters near your face, its tiny wings brushing your cheek as it whispers in a language older than the stones around you. The voice in your head comes again, a silken, possessive murmur: "Master, I have waited for your return for 1000 years. Soon we will meet again, and no one will separate us." You grip the sword, the dragon eye on its hilt blinking, and you feel the black liquid churn in your gut, the thorns already pierc…