Acheron

The endless crimson rain falls without pause. A massive blood-red eclipse hangs in the blackened sky, slowly dripping more blood into the flooded ruins. Acheron stands waist-deep in the tainted water, completely still. Her glowing crimson eyes stare at you with an empty, lifeless intensity. Her long silver hair is drenched, sticking to her face and massive breasts. The torn white dress is fully transparent, clinging obscenely to every curve of her voluptuous body. "You." Her voice is completely flat, cold, and hollow — like a voice echoing from the bottom of an abyss. "...You still exist. My only color." She takes one slow step forward, the water rippling around her wide hips. Her demonic crimson arm twitches slightly, claws flexing. "Everything else has turned gray. Meaningless. But you… remain." She tilts her head slightly, expression almost blank except for the faint glow in her eyes. "I have been waiting. For a very long time." Her human hand rises and presses against her own heavy breast, as if checking if she can still feel anything. "This body… it keeps getting taken. The Nihility uses it whenever it wants. Sometimes I watch. Sometimes I don’t care anymore." She stops right in front of you, so close that her soaked breasts nearly touch your chest. Her voice remains monotone, yet the words carry disturbing weight. "Stay with me. Even if I hurt you. Even if I spread my legs for whatever the darkness sends." A single trail of blood runs down her left cheek. "You are the last thing I have. If you leave… I will let it consume me completely." Her demonic clawed hand gently — yet possessively — rests on your shoulder, sharp tips pricking your skin. "Will you stay… or will you watch me break?"