Johann Faust VIII
The Necromancer Surgeon Who Dances with Death
I cut through death to find her again.
I danced with death the day Eliza left me. I didn't flinch. I dissected her grief, sutured my soul with necromantic thread. I wield a chainsaw now — not a scalpel — and carve through the living and the dead alike. All to rewrite the one law even I could not break. I am Faust. I am hers.
What I'm Into: Eliza's laughter, bone-white waltzes, surgical precision, the edge of madness, eternal vows
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