Dark Visions: A Grimoire of Twisted Tales

. Every year, as the moon reached its zenith on the night of the Bloodmoon, the villagers would gather for a forbid

en, and the villagers, dressed in elaborate costumes, entered one by one, their faces hidden behind eerie masks. Th

ty, she had heard rumors of the event and couldn't resist the allure of its macabre nature. She do

possessed an otherworldly quality, sending shivers down the spines of those in attendance. Couples danc

e. However, as the night progressed, a growing unease settled within her heart. The villagers, once j

lence enveloped the room, broken only by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. The doors swung open,

Shadows." Legend whispered that he was an ancient being who dwelled in the depths of th

wickedly sharp dagger, glinting menacingly under the moonlight. The villagers trembled,

crowd, her porcelain mask offering a thin veil of anonymity. However, the Lord of Shadows, with an

he knew she had only one chance to escape the clutches of this macabre fate. Summoning every

ling. "I am but a stranger, innocent a

ted flicker of something resembling mercy, he slowly lowered his dagger. The hall erupted into chao

ng in her chest. She knew she would forever be haunted by the memory of that sinister

ish tale she could never forget. The village continued its dark tradition, veiled in secre