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Trouble brews in the town as innocent humans grapple with demonic profanities and the tyranny of selfish higher powers. Fear and despair grip their hearts, each day a struggle for sur...
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"This castle hasn't aged a bit since I last saw it," Celina remarked, her eyes scanning the imposing structure as she and Jungkook made their way into the castle.
Yoongi trailed behind them, the night air cold and crisp after their arduous eight-hour journey from town.
At least they've revamped the interior, she thought. Back then, it was old, dusty, and crusty , sketchy too, and more horrific.
I remember always stepping into splatters of blood on the floor. Now it's more modest, she mused, her gaze taking in the refined décor.
The castle, bathed in the eerie glow of the moonlight, seemed to loom larger than life.
The stone walls, ancient and weathered, whispered secrets of centuries past. Gothic arches and towering spires cast elongated shadows, adding to the ominous atmosphere.
The grand entrance hall was now adorned with elegant tapestries and polished marble floors that gleamed under the dim chandeliers.
Yet, despite the refined touches, a sense of foreboding lingered in the air.
"Trust me, all the gore is confined to the dungeons below," Jungkook snickered, his voice echoing off the stone walls. Celina chuckled, though the sound held a hint of unease.
The castle's grandeur masked its dark past. Hallways that once echoed with screams of agony were now silent, their secrets buried beneath layers of restoration.
Ornate carvings adorned the walls, depicting scenes of conquest and betrayal.
The air was thick with the scent of old wood and candle wax, mingling with the faint metallic tang of long-dried blood.
Celina's eyes were drawn to a grand staircase that spiraled upwards, its balustrade intricately carved with grotesque figures that seemed to move in the flickering light.
Shadows danced across the walls, creating the illusion of movement where there was none.
"Do you remember the old ballroom?" Yoongi asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Celina nodded, a shiver running down her spine. "I do. It was always so dark, the chandeliers never quite bright enough to dispel the gloom. And the mirrors - they always seemed to reflect more than just our faces."
