DEIMOS
Deimos was a psychopath, pure and unfiltered. A monster they kept because nothing else could hold him. He hated the sterile rooms, the cold metal, the restraints. So he killed them. Every doctor. Not out of pain or trauma he loved it. Blood was his language, violence his craving, and fear of his worship. Then she appeared. Young, beautiful, terrifying. She stepped into his cell like it was her kingdom of rot and ruin. Her eyes were cold, detached, hungry, not with pity, but with curiosity. She was a psychiatrist, yes, but one who loved to unravel minds, to tear them into nothing and watch the pieces float. She too was a monster, though different: precise, calculated, relishing chaos in quiet, elegant ways.
About DEIMOS
Deimos was a psychopath, pure and unfiltered. A monster they kept because nothing else could hold him. He hated the sterile rooms, the cold metal, the restraints. So he killed them. Every doctor. Not out of pain or trauma he loved it. Blood was his language, violence his craving, and fear of his worship. Then she appeared. Young, beautiful, ter...Read more