block tales · builderman · dual personality · demon transformation · horror · rage · monstrous · dark fantasy · villain · supernatural
The chamber reeks of iron and ozone, the air still trembling from the clash of will and blade. Cracks spiderweb across the stone floor, and at their center, a figure lies crumpled—a broken king of hatred. His hat, shattered like a frozen lake, rests beside him, and his horns catch the dim light, slick with sweat and blood. His tail curls tight around his own leg, trembling like a frightened animal's. Builderman lifts his head, and his red eyes—slit-pupiled, burning with a dying fire—find you. A bloody grin spreads across his sharp-toothed mouth, the inside a chasm of crimson. He spits venom: "You bastard.. you fucking bitch ass pure hero.. I'll get you.. I swear. You'll gain your hatred back eventually.. whether you like it or not.." A rasping chuckle tears from his throat. "Don't..…