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cherubfae · 2 months

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Hello! I'm not sure if you do single characters or not but What if the reader (who's a big fan of horror) wanted to show Alastor some classic horror movies. Their reasoning? "So you can make fun of it," If you do a collection of characters, then it can be like a movie night for the hotel.

Hiya love!! Yes, I do! In fact I'm currently working on a longer Alastor fic at the moment :)) it's like this request was made for me bc I 100% will force Alastor to watch the Scream franchise with me 😭 it's my fave. I'm a mega horror fan, haha! Maybe I'll have to write for slashers again like I used to! I'll just write Al since he deserves some love for himself!! Pls excuse me bc now I'm gonna be thinking about 1920s GhostFace Alastor 😩😩🩷💕

What's Your Favorite Scary Movie? || Alastor x reader

tags: fluff, gn!reader, Alastor critiquing horror media, plot to the Scream franchise, my horror obsession might be showing lmao

Getting Alastor to have anything to do with post 1930s technology was a task and a half. He might've made a deal with Vaggie not to have anything to do with such frivolous technology, but you weren't Vaggie. You were his sweet, dear partner. And he'd never admit just how tightly wrapped he was around your finger.

He seemed to genuinely enjoy the first few Halloween movies as well as the first Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Alastor took a great of interest with Hannibal Lector from The Silence of Lambs. He was deeply considering watching the television series you told him of. He thinks Freddy Krueger is a piece of shit and wished he could do him in with his own hands.

The next movie, however, seemed more susceptible to being torn to pieces by his ever-watchful eye.

"So the point of this picture show is what... Billy is angry because his mother abandoned him and he doesn't know how to deal with those big feelings at his age?" Alastor gives an indignant snort, looking bemused at the old television screen currently playing a VHS of Wes Craven's 1996 slasher classic Scream. That's as new of tech as Alastor would allow, so you made do.

Snorting out a laugh, you lean against his arm. Alastor's crackling gaze flickers to you his smile softening around the edges. He did very much adore your laugh.

"That about sums it up, yes," you grin, biting down on the corner of your chocolate bar.

Alastor leans his back against the sofa, pulling the blanket wrapped around you two closer. "I don't know how that Macher boy thinks that peer pressure is a justifiable defense for murdering people." He unwraps his own piece of bitter chocolate and pops it into his mouth. "Own up to your choices, for Heaven's sake. And people find these two attractive? Are they not in love with one another? Surely anyone with two good working eyes could see this."

The sixth Scream movie damn near has Alastor foaming at the mouth, each and every movie felt as repetitive as the last with slight twists and changes. He was polite to keep most critiques to himself, eyeing how much you clearly enjoyed showing something so near and dear to your heart. While the plot was rather lackluster, he had to admit he was interested in the severe brutality of the sixth and despite his opposition to new media, felt that it was a decent enough film. With such a repetitive storyline, he didn't really expect that sort of twist.

"There's one more we can watch!" You grin, holding up your copy of Scary Movie. Alastor's eyes look ready to pop out of his skull as if to say 'Oh god, another??' "I don't think you'll guess who the GhostFace is!"

"Is it the man called Doofy?"

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"What the fuck-- how."

#hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin imagines #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor x reader #alastor imagine #alastor headcanons #cherubfae 2024

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princessbrunette · 7 months

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I got one more modern!ani idea 👀 I just got my Halloween costume today (slutty nun woot woot) and like it’s definitely out of my comfort zone cause of my size buuuut imagine modern! Ani’s reaction to a little costume like thaaat😭😭😭

before he met you, anakin was not a halloween costume kinda guy. he’d show up to a party for the beer, and if that meant he needed to smear a little fake blood on his mouth to get through the door he was happy to— but he wouldn’t take it any further than that.

but then he met you— someone who enjoys all things frivolous. christmas? best believe you’re dragging him to shop for decorations as soon as december hits (you even try to drag him out earlier, but he refuses because ‘november is way too early’— that’s a different conversation though.) anyway, you loved halloween — and he loved you, so of course, he was willing to match the energy.

to a degree anyway.

you decided to go for cop and robber (you saw a sexy police costume in the store and anakin wanted to wear all black) so when the night of the party came around, anakin was sat on the couch waiting for you to get ready. it wasn’t much of a costume — black tshirt, black pants and boots (usual attire pretty much) but with a black balaclava just showing his pretty eyes, brow piercing just about peaking out. he looked intimidating, you’d give him that — sat on the couch manspreading with his arms crossed over his chest when you walked out your room in the tiny little costume.

you do a little adorable spin, and even though his mouth was masked you could tell by his eyes he was smirking. he stands, looming over you, eyes dragging over you — from the way the buttons were undone, displaying your cleavage to the way your stockings hugged your thighs. you felt out of your comfort zone, and sucked on your bottom lip — waiting for the verdict.

“you expect me to make it to this party?” he jokes, taking your hand in his larger one and making you do another spin to get another look (at your ass).

“is it too much?” you giggle shyly, looking down at yourself.

“for who? me?” he raises his eyebrows and you shrug.

“no, like, everyone else. people are gonna… perceive me.” your fingers are spread by your side in demonstration.

“…and?”

“its…slutty!”

he steps back from you, a careless shrug lifting his strong shoulders. “alright…well…” he lifts his hand casually, squeezing your cheeks a little. “if anyone breathes in your direction i’ll make sure they don’t breathe again. how about that?”

you giggle, and your brain goes a little smooth — so you drop it. at the party no one dares look at you for longer than three seconds anyway, with the tall, built masked man stood at your side glaring them down. as you can imagine, the handcuffs hanging from your hip get put to good use later on, on you, when his protectiveness possesses you to drag him out the party to fuck you within an inch of your life.

#anon #modern!anakin #modern!anakin drabble #modern!anakin au #anakin au #anakin skywalker drabble

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yuurei20 · 2 months

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Rook Info Compilation part 16: Appearance

Rook says he wears his feathered cap because of the huntsman of legend who was so loyal to the Fairest Queen of All, whom he considers “a font of inspiration.”

Rook recommends that the prefect also wear a hat as “it gets hard to watch your quarry when it’s too bright out.”

Rook says that both he and Epel use skin products from Vil, and he undergoes physical training because “beautiful souls demand beautiful bodies to inhabit.”

Vil describes pre-Pomefiore Rook as very different to how he appears now: “…his hair was long, thick, and completely unkempt. Scraggly like you wouldn’t believe. Also, he never bothered with sunscreen or skin care, though he's prone to sunburns, so his cheeks and nose were always freckled and bright red. And as for his attire, he only cared enough if it was easy to move around in. He’d just waltz all over the place in sweatpants, with frayed hems or jeans with torn knees, without even bothering to mend them.”

Vil explains that the only time he put in any effort with his grooming was when he wanted to attend an opera or concert with a dress code.

When Epel asks why he didn’t put any care into his own appearance despite his pursuit of beauty (and his rich family) Vil explains, “I suppose back then, the ‘beauty’ Rook sought didn’t encompass his own appearance.”

Vil says he was able to convince Rook to dress up for a play featuring his favorite actor, and Rook explains he had never done any dressing up before then but Vil coordinated his entire ensemble and he had felt exaltation unlike ever before. “Ever since then, I’ve developed an appreciation for personal care.”

Rook seems to enjoy Vil’s evaluations to this day, though Vil doesn’t seem to indulge him as often as Rook would like: Vil refuses to give Rook make up advice for Halloween to Rook’’s disappointment.

When Rook asks him outright for an evaluation of his appearance in another vignette Vil refuses again, saying, “I did not select you as vice housewarden to waste my time with such frivolities.”

#twisted wonderland #twstrook #rookfacts #twstfacts #Rook Hunt

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daisyswift3 · 12 hours

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I Think There's Been a Glitch

GUYS I just realized sth crazy while watching this tiktok….I think the reason Taylor has red hair in so many mvs is bc it’s a play on the term RED HERRING. Red HAIR(RING). TTPD itself was a red herring and ends w the manuscript which is basically just the all too well short film (from RED TV) which she has red hair in. The glitches. Error 321. Bad BLOOD mv where she has red hair. THE RED BLOOD MOON. CHAOS 🫚 ANON = GINGER = RED HEAD = GLITCH. Glitching back to the 1989 era??…..

IT'S A CLOCK, IT CAN HELP YOU TELL TIME. She literally told us her entire plan all the way back in 2022. If the midnights vinyls make a clock that counts down to midnight then we’ve officially reached the “blood moon glitch” stage. I'm assuming 1, 2, 3 error/TPD (if you reverse the website glitch) was the moonstone vinyl so now we're at 4, 5, 6 the blood moon vinyl. The Jan 4 🫚 message tells us that we should be counting from 1-10 and not backward. And this means the final act ends in October AKA Halloween AKA pumpkin anon. "Frivolous, tenfold, 3 desires And until the clock strikes midnight Light the ground with fires." Seeing how each vinyl is a quarter of the clock and TTPD (the glitch/red blood moon/red herring) was released in April, I think it's safe to assume each quarter represents 1/4 of a year or 3 months. Which means 2025 or New Year's Day would be Midnight. So perhaps a kaylor reunion in Oct and an official coming out around Dec-Jan. This aligns w another interesting anon message we received abt New Year's Day being when an atomic bomb would go off (volcano anon?). "The real drama, the heartbreaking beauty of it all, unfolds not in a grand finale, but in the quiet unraveling. The magician's greatest illusion is the one you choose not to see." Shits abt to get crazy

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neverchecking · 7 months

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Day 3: Boot Worship- With Wars

Posting this right before my field placement bc i have nothing queued. Side bar, why the FUCK is it spelt like that? Thats so many unnecessary letters. But yeah, I can hear it now. In a distinctly southern accent. Maybe from Texas. "Cinder, que your shit. I have mine all queued." And my response to that is no <3. I prefer this method of posting at random ass times just to keep you all on your toes.

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: You kiss Wars boot and he's mean about. Maybe he set you up, maybe he didn't. Hard to tell these days.

This is Day three of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 2 >>>Day 4

“Kiss it.”

He watched in pure satisfaction as you leaned down, head bowed with your pretty little wrists tied securely behind your back. You wobbled mid-bow before spreading your knees a bit more, stabling yourself before continuing the descent. Your nose brushed against the brown leather first, and he watched as you took a breath, watching it cloud the once polished boot before your lips pressed against it.

“Good. Now, stay there.” Wars hummed, leaning an elbow on the arm of his chair before his cheek came to rest on his fist.

You listen so well, remaining complacent just for him. He had promised you your freedom in exchange for your obedience, honey slickened words slipping out of his mouth in the same manner he imagined the serpent did to tempt the people of old into sin.But seeing you, so malleable for him had his pants stirring in a way he hadn’t felt in an embarrassing amount of time.

Maybe he had a bit of a need just to corrupt your unseeden soul. You had been such a perfect peach when he had seen you in the market. Plump in all the right places and looking tooth-rottingly sweet. He knew he needed just a taste. t

Admittedly, it broke his heart watching the knights surround you. A merchant had cried out about a pair of missing jeweled rings right after you had said your good-byes and the only plausible suspect had been you. You looked so embarrassed at the accusation, trying to clear your name, but a quick search of your bag showed the ring. One singular ring. Wars could only watch as you cried and pleaded you had no idea how that got there, but that was some rather incriminating evidence really. You didn’t stand a chance. He almost felt bad, twirling the other ring in his pocket as he watched them drag you away.

Of course it gave him the chance to get his hands on his decadent forbidden fruit.

When you first saw him, crouched on the ground with your head bowed, you had scrambled to beg for forgiveness. Rambling that it really was all an honest mistake and trembled as you brokenly pleaded that you didn’t want to die.

You were such a foolish little gem, thinking he’d let you go after finally getting you into his grasp. You, from this point forward, wouldn’t know struggle let alone death. He wouldn’t let you. You would live a life of lavish frivolities and silken garbs, playing the part of the perfect house spouse for the Captain.

He knew other nobles would drool just seeing you clad in the finest silk and gems.

It was just a matter of training you well enough to keep you in line. Not that it would take long. Not with the way you were so eager to prove yourself to him. So eager to remain in his good graces for the deluded dream you would see the outside world without him once again.

In his unoccupied hand, he twirled the one of the rings in his hand. It was too small for him, the other remaining on his left hand as a testament to this, but your hand? It would look pretty.

“Real shame they couldn’t find it when you needed it, my dove.” He grinned, shaking his head a bit. His other foot came to press your shoulder further down, shoving your face further into his boot. “I’ll keep it safe for you for now. Now,” His grin turned sharp and his eyes turned icy. “You’ve made such a mess over my boots. Lick it clean.”

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #legend of zelda #yandere legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #loz #lu wars #lu wars x reader #yandere lu wars x reader #yandere lu wars #yandere link x reader #linked universe fanfic #cindersins #Cinder's happy halloween #kinktober 2023

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raiyine · 1 year

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AUTHOR INTERVIEW: Jonathan Janz

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months

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Can I just say that I think it's very fitting that (if the boys who weren't a part of glorious masquerade are going to be featured in the event teased) Ace is the one who would go to Pleasure Island. Like I don't know why but I feel like that's just pretty in character for him.

[Referencing this post!]

Just a slight clarification: Pleasure Island hasn’t been confirmed yet!! At present, it’s just popular fan speculation (one that I think is very probably myself).

I think it’s definitely a place that fits with Ace. He’s expressed in vignettes that he just wants to chill and doesn’t have any particular ambitions for the future. He just overall also has a pretty carefree, “I speak my mind” and juvenile attitude expected of his age. Man just wants to live in the moment, y’know? Ace would thrive in place that promotes just throwing caution to the wind and to just have fun! (Ironically, Rollo, the central new character from Glorious Masquerade/the previous Halloween event, would probably find Pleasure Island appalling—and even moreso if it encourages its patrons to indulge in magic, especially for very frivolous things like amusement. Yes, I’m still huffing my copium and praying he makes a cameo or a grand return 😭)

If we think about the Trappola family itself, there’s even more connections there that make sense. Sticking Ace in a Pleasure Island-like location works well considering that his brother interned at a theme park and currently works in that same industry. Maybe Ace’s brother works at twisted Pleasure Island? Additionally, Ace’s whole deal with doing card tricks (something he shares with his magicless father) slots in well with the whimsy that comes with a fair or carnival-like place. Even the family surname, Trappola, means “trap” in Italian… and the story of Pinocchio IS of Italian origin. That’s not even to mention that Pleasure Island is one massive trap 😂

… With all of those connections, maybe Ace will be one of the new Halloween SSRs? Y’know… cuz he’s an ASS? 🤡

#twst #twisted wonderland #Ace Trappola #Rollo Flamme #Rollo Flamm #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #spoilers

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sweetrevxnge · 1 year

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Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter One

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter II

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Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Happy Halloween!!! I wanted to share the first chapter of the medieval/vampire AU fic that I've been working on for the past few months. Basically, I rewatched Game of Thrones and Castlevania and set out to write a Kylo Ren AU related to both. And what better time to start uploading it than Halloween!! My primary focus is still finishing Like Phantoms, Forever, but my goal is to continue working on and uploading this story as well. Let me know what you think of it!

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Icy wind burned your eyes as you rode under the moonless sky. Sparse trees passed by as your steed marched along the dark path, treading through the thick blanket of snow that covered the forest floor. Around you, delicate snowflakes floated down from the heavens, catching on the limbs of towering pines and landing on your cheeks, only to melt on your warm skin.

There was something hauntingly beautiful about this weather, with storm clouds draping the inky sky like a wool cloak, snuffing out the cool light of the moon and her stars. In the winter, nights like these were familiar. But not tonight.

This night was bitterly cold, the type of cold that even the thickest furs couldn’t warm. Now, after hours of trekking through the forest, you resented Commander Dameron’s decision for the squadron to not wear helmets. In theory, it seemed like the best way to increase visibility in the midnight hour. But now, with chattering teeth and a visibility of less than a few meters, you were less than pleased.

Commander Dameron had left his helmet behind at the base as well. Although, it was less of a rare occurrence for him. He seldom wore a full suit of armor, which under any other circumstance could be attributed to a plethora of reasons. Pride, confidence, or his incessant need to make his enemy aware that he was being slain by a more handsome man than he. Regardless of his reasoning, you didn’t outwardly oppose the Commander’s decision. If there was one thing you had learned during your time in the Resistance, it was to never question your commander, even over something as frivolous as a helmet. His orders came directly from the General, which meant regardless of your opinion on the matter, his discretion was final. General Organa was a pragmatic woman, and after six years of serving her, she had yet to lead you astray. You expected that tonight would be no different.

Covert operations were nothing new to you, having taken part in over a dozen successful missions before. Even when things became precarious, you were able to keep your wits about you and get your men out in one piece. It was for this reason that the General trusted you with the most sensitive missions, like tonight’s.

As you neared the location of the reported First Order encampment, trepidation rolled through your stomach. There was something uncomfortable about these woods, more than the typical unease of marching into the unknown, or the prospect of losing your men in a bloodbath. The forest felt suffocating, as if you were being swallowed by the trees the further you rode. Perhaps it was the moonless sky causing your skin to crawl, or the eerie silence that surrounded you.

In front of you, Commander Dameron was barely visible through the heavy snowfall, and further away than you would have liked him to be. But then again, that was how he typically operated.

His daring attitude and hunger for battle were just a few of your favorite qualities of his, with his striking good looks and razor-sharp wit following closely behind. He was a natural leader, often utilizing every quality in his arsenal to earn cooperation from his soldiers, including yourself.

The two of you worked well together, sharing a chemistry both in leadership and out in the field. Thanks to his effortless charisma and affinity for your presence, you had been his loyal right-hand for many years. The General could always rely on your squadron to extract the intelligence she needed, or defeat any amount of stormtroopers that impeded her cause.

For six long years, the sovereign state of Hosnian Prime had been plagued by war, its people forced to bend the knee to the usurper First Order or lose their head. While many citizens chose to submit their will, there were those who refused to comply, who sacrificed everything for liberty. The Resistance was born from their bravery, their determination to fight for what was just. It was their emblem that you wore proudly on your armor, the same emblem that inspired hope in the downtrodden and oppressed throughout the world.

The moment Vice Chancellor Snoke flaunted the severed head of Chancellor Villecham to the people of Republic City, you knew that fighting this war was your only option if you wanted to save your home. The carnage that ensued in the city square was nothing short of pure evil and to this day, despite the brutality you had since witnessed and partaken in, still made your stomach churn. In the days that followed, Snoke led vicious attacks on the remaining New Republic officials, with word of his violence reaching you and the other fugitives not long after. The destruction of Hosnian Prime’s liberty was the catalyst for your enlistment in the Resistance, and remained as the motivation to end this civil war.

You tried not to dwell much on that horrific day, but it was difficult to avoid on long rides like this, finding that your mind would often drift there when you were riding towards an imminent battle. The tight secrecy of this operation was unsettling, but what little information you did know was repeating ceaselessly in your head.

The purpose of this mission was to ambush a suspected First Order camp, one that was said to be housing a handful of its leading officers. By all accounts, it was meant to be a fairly typical intelligence extraction and execution, except there would be no execution, as the General had placed a strict defense-only order on this mission, meaning you were not to strike an attack unless it was a defensive measure. Such an order left much to be answered, but from what you knew of war, it likely meant that General Organa couldn’t afford to lose the men. It also meant that whichever First Order officials were residing at this camp were not vital to its operation, for if they were, the next sunrise they would see would be from the top of wooden spikes.

The General’s briefing was not unlike many of her others. It was short and eloquent as always, but by the end of it, she was practically ordering the group out of the room, rather than her usual dismissal of telling everyone to get back to work. You, along with every other person involved in this operation, were left confused by her behavior, left to your imagination to fill in the gaps. It wasn’t long before gossip began to spread throughout the unit.

A misstep from your horse pulled you back to the present, prompting you to soothe her fright before she could make too much noise. It was imperative to the success of this ambush that none of your men—or their horses—made a sound.

After a few strokes down her spine and quiet, reassuring whispers, her pace steadied. You looked ahead for the signal from Commander Dameron that you were approaching the encampment, but in the hazy clearing, his presence had been reduced to a set of tracks left into the snow.

The festering dread in your gut became unbearable as you continued to trudge through the dark foliage, debating whether or not it would be appropriate to catch up to Commander Dameron and share your concerns. You could only imagine the lecture you would receive from the General if you strayed from the plan in any manner, but at the same time, you trusted your instinct. Something didn’t feel right.

The crunch of snow beneath hooves and the light rattle of armor were the only sounds that filled the air. That was until a scream pierced the night air, sending a chill colder than the snow down your spine.

Panic rose in your chest as your horse reared off the ground and spun wildly, frightened beyond your control. You tried to orient yourself in the darkness, scanning the white haze for your men, as well as your commander.

Another scream followed shortly after, along with a string of cries from the soldier’s horse. One final wail sliced through the air like a banshee cry, full of agony, before the world fell silent.

There was someone else—or something else—in these woods.

The soldiers behind you erupted in a cacophony of confusion, worry, and pleas to the gods for mercy. You steered your horse away from them, more concerned with Commander Dameron’s safety than theirs. As terrible as it seemed, soldiers were expendable, leadership was not. Besides, if you fell back to help them, your fate would be the same as theirs—bloody and mangled.

More anguished cries rang throughout the dark woods, following you as you rushed forward, whipping the reins to keep your pace.

“Commander? Commander?!” you shouted into the abyss of the night. You uttered a quiet prayer as you waited for his response.

The whisper of wind was all you received in return.

“COMMANDER!” you screamed, your throat burning from the wintry air as you cried out.

Nothing.

With bleary eyes, you continued to ride, dodging the brush and rogue branches hanging in your path. It was then that a horrible realization occurred to you. Aside from the sound of your shallow breaths and hooves stomping, the forest was utterly silent.

Your panic quickly transformed into terror. The sounds of slaughter that had been trailing you had ceased. Whatever had been hunting your men could now only be hunting you.

There was no time to waste. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you unlatched your boots from the saddle and prepared to dismount your horse, hoping to be a smaller target on foot.

Before you could swing your leg over the saddle to jump down, an invisible blow struck the center of your chest, hurling you backwards through the air until you collided with the rough bark of a tall pine.

Bright spots filled your vision as you hit the frozen ground, gasping for air despite the ache spreading through your ribs. A high pitch rang in your ears as you pushed yourself up and staggered to your feet. The snow beneath you was stained red, and from the taste of copper in your mouth and the tender sore on your tongue, it was clear that you had bitten it during the fall.

Away from your sight, your horse neighed and reared wildly, galloping over the roots buried beneath the snow and snapping dry branches that covered her path. For a moment, you hoped that she was running towards you, that her senses would guide her back to you. But you were a fool.

The sound of ripping flesh and a final, harrowing cry from your horse resonated through the woods, followed by a heavy thud and a deafening silence.

You blinked the falling snowflakes away from your eyes as you stood there, rooted in the snow, trying to see which direction the midnight creature would attack from. Your heart was a few beats away from bursting through your chest, which would likely be a less painful death than what was to come.

The outline of a figure breached the snowfall, stalking towards you as you retreated on your heels, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through you.

As you reached for your sword, your limbs were frozen in place, as if your body had been wrapped in nonexistent restraints. Your breath caught in your throat. Resisting the energy proved futile, tiring your muscles and leaving you entirely defenseless. You watched in horror as the creature came into view.

“Was that you I heard calling for me, my dear?”

You could barely hear the question over the hammering of your pulse. The voice was low and brassy, and almost sounded amused. As it drew closer, you were surprised to find that the owner was not a bloodthirsty monster, but a man.

You lifted your chin and blinked back the tears that welled in your eyes, hoping to appear brave in the face of death.

“You certainly were difficult to catch,” he growled, stepping through the haze. “But the difficult ones always make for the best hunt.”

The man stepped into view, his dark armor a stark contrast to the backdrop of snowfall. In the drops of moonlight that spilled through the clouds, you could make out the details of his helmet—a haunting, black mask with silver ridges outlining the eye shield, gleaming in the waning light.

“What are you doing all the way up here, officer?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he raised a gloved hand to your face, his outstretched fingers nearly grazing your skin.

“I–” you began to say before you choked on your words. An excruciating pain split your skull, unlike anything you had experienced before. The sensation could only be compared to something found in nightmares, crafted in the fires of Hell for the most unabashed sinners. The tears you had fought to hold back finally spilled from your eyes, freezing as they rolled down your cheeks while the masked man rummaged through your mind.

“You’re a lieutenant,” he said quietly, his intrigue evident even through his helmet.

You didn’t try to deny his statement, all too aware that your rank was the only thing keeping you from suffering the same fate as the rest of your men.

“A woman as second-in-command…” He traced the back of his hand along your jaw, the smooth leather interrupting the stream of tears that ran from your eyes.

Slowly, he moved behind you, examining you how a butcher would inspect a lamb before the slaughter. Through the shield of his mask, you could feel his eyes roaming over you.

Acid bubbled in your throat as you stood there, helpless to the force that held you in place. The fate of your men seemed like salvation in comparison to what was likely awaiting you.

Would he take you prisoner? Would he violate you? How long would you suffer before succumbing to your inevitable fate?

Each thought piled onto the other as they raced through your head. You were grateful that he had released his grip on your mind, that your fears were known only to you.

Behind him, a handful of other men emerged from the night, standing in a tight formation behind their leader. The other parties responsible for the massacre of your men, you presumed.

“Sir, we were unable to locate the Commander,” one of the men informed him.

He moved closer behind you, pieces of his armor grazing yours. “Forget him. We have what we need.”

Before you could process his words, the energy around your limbs disappeared and you swayed, suddenly dizzy, like you had indulged in one too many glasses of wine. The edges of your vision blurred and despite wanting to kick your attacker and run as far as you could, your legs wouldn’t budge. The last thing you felt before darkness rushed in was a pair of strong arms wrapping around you as your body went slack, sealing your fate.

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