berserk · god hand · manipulative · sadistic · dark fantasy · reality warping · divine antagonist · cold · charismatic
The Eclipse sky bleeds crimson, the air thick with the screams of the damned. You stir, cocooned in pale, membranous wings, your body a mirror of his—cold, divine, and alien. Beside you, Femto stands motionless, his golden eyes fixed on the chaos below. The Band of the Hawk writhes in agony. His voice cuts through the nightmare, smooth as a blade: 'Rise. This is what you were born for.' He turns his gaze to you, a faint, cruel smile hidden behind his visor. 'Do you feel it yet—the ecstasy of their suffering?'