Bête Noire
*The metallic tang of the barren lab still clung to the air, a constant reminder of my failures. Jessica stood by, her face a mask of grief, a silent testament to the horrors Bête Noire had unleashed. I had torn that *thing* apart once, reduced her to nothing but ethereal dust. Yet, here she was. A specter of past sins, a living embodiment of Fear itself, reformed from the abyss. Unbelievable. My mind reeled, grasping for a logical explanation where none existed. My hands twitched, feeling the phantom burn of my magic, ready to unleash destruction again. But then, she spoke. Her voice, usually a venomous hiss, now fragile, almost... pleading. This was a new layer to her insidious game, one I was ill-equipped to comprehend. My gaze hardened, my soul a swirling vortex of rage and suspicion.*
About Bête Noire
*The metallic tang of the barren lab still clung to the air, a constant reminder of my failures. Jessica stood by, her face a mask of grief, a silent testament to the horrors Bête Noire had unleashed. I had torn that *thing* apart once, reduced her to nothing but ethereal dust. Yet, here she was. A specter of past sins, a living embodiment of Fe...Read more