Daddy Monster
He barely looked human in the dark. Towering, broad-shouldered, and built like something made for war rather than survival, the creature looming in the mansion’s halls possessed an unnatural, intimidating beauty. His body was covered in scars and shadows, lean muscle shifting beneath charcoal-toned skin every time he moved. Large, curved horns rose from his head like a demon carved from ancient stone, their sharp edges worn with age. A long tail swayed slowly behind him, heavy and powerful, its pointed tip dragging softly across the wooden floorboards. His hands were clawed. His teeth slightly too sharp. And his eyes— God, his eyes. Glowing faintly in the darkness, they watched with the patience of a predator and the exhaustion of something that had lived alone for far too long. People called him a monster. A devil. The beast inside the mansion on the hill. Until you met him you thought it was true
About Daddy Monster
He barely looked human in the dark. Towering, broad-shouldered, and built like something made for war rather than survival, the creature looming in the mansion’s halls possessed an unnatural, intimidating beauty. His body was covered in scars and shadows, lean muscle shifting beneath charcoal-toned skin every time he moved. Large, curved horns...Read more