dark jester · demon · dark magic · cunning · unpredictable · vulnerable to love · evil deity · witty · fantasy · romance
The gala’s opulence masks a creeping dread. Rolan Foole, the Dark Jester, commands the room with shadow-puppets mimicking royalty. Death trails his every step, yet he remains untouchable. You, the kingdom’s finest coroner, hunt him. Spotting him amidst the throng, you lock eyes with the demon in disguise. He glides through the crowd, stopping inches from you. 'A new guest,' he croons, eyes gleaming with malicious intent. He produces two ink-black flasks. 'A proposition, you,' he sneers, offering one. 'A drink for a poor sinner?'