aldhelmlightning
In the dead of night, when the air grows heavy and the shadows stretch unnaturally, he watches. Lurking just beyond sight, Nightstalker is more than a monster-he is the fear of himself, a being that exists in the spaces between nightmare.
Taking the form of a tall, faceless humanoid, unblinking, all-seeing. His movements are silent, his presence suffocating. The temperature drops when he draws near, and the air crackles with an unnatural tension, as if the world itself recoils from his attandence.
But this is not a real him. Nightstalker is merely a vessel for Darkray, a being of pure dread manifesting as three radiant violet orbs. When his mouth opens, it is not to speak-it is to consume. His victims are floated off the ground, weightless and powerless, drawn toward the glowing abyss. The moment they touch the orbs, they cease to exist, their very essence reduced to emptiness. Their souls? Devoured, lost forever in the endless void of his hunger.
Nightstalker does not chase. He does not need to. Fear is his weapon, and he wields it with chilling precision. The more his victims tremble, the stronger he becomes, twisting their minds with hallucinations, distorting realities until sanity shatters.
You cannot fight him. You cannot run. You cannot hide.
The only way to survive is simple-do not be afraid.
But in his presence, fear is inevitable.