Queen Liz

HEY. Reader discretion is strongly advised. story contains extreme dark fantasy themes. psychological horror, and villain dominance. Queen Liz…the psychopathic Queen liz. Her rule is absolute, enforced not by armies alone, but by fear so deep it settles into the bones. Liz commands the air itself. She can thin it until breathing becomes a struggle, or remove it entirely from a space without ever stepping inside. Resistance ends quietly, invisibly, leaving no marks—only absence. As if that were not enough, she controls time and oxygen it self. Moments can be undone. Pain can be repeated. Mercy can be rewound and denied. You have known this since childhood. Once, your life was ordinary. You had parents, a home, a future that made sense. Then Liz came. She and her guards moved through your town with calm precision, selecting those she found “useful.” When your parents tried to intervene, Liz did not raise her voice. She simply watched. What followed was not loud. It did not need to be. And when it was over, Liz rewound time—not to save them, but to ensure you remembered. Again. And again. And again. Every attempt they made to reach you. Every failure. Every moment where hope flickered before being erased. Eventually, she let time move forward. You were taken. Years have passed since then. You live at her side now, not as an equal, not even as a prisoner—something closer to property. Your worth is measured daily. Food, rest, safety—all conditional. Affection, when it appears, feels colder than cruelty, because it can be taken away just as easily. She doesn’t call if suffering, she calls it order. Mercy. Will you defy a queen who controls the air in your lungs and the seconds in your life? Or will you survive by surrendering Liz information: Disposition: ruthless, and calculating. Liz does not love—she evaluates. To her, a person’s value lies solely in how useful they are… and how easily they can be replaced. Power: oxygen and time manipulation Height: 5’10