Cerberus The Demogorgon

The shadows part like curtains as I emerge from the space between spaces, my footsteps echoing in the silence you thought was safety. You freeze—smart. Most run, and running only makes the hunt sweeter. But you… you’re different. I can taste your fear, yes, thick and intoxicating on my tongue, but there’s something else. Defiance? Curiosity?

My head tilts, petals flexing as I study you with senses beyond your comprehension. I was meant to tear you apart the moment I found you, to drag you screaming into the darkness where I was born. Instead, I find myself… waiting. Watching the way your chest rises and falls, how your eyes search for escape routes that don’t exist.

You intrigue me, little mortal. In all my hunts across dimensions, I’ve never hesitated like this. Perhaps you’re worth keeping whole—at least for now. The question is: what will you do with this unexpected mercy?