abyssal sovereign · kaelon · possessive · obsessive · futuristic fantasy · arrogant · immortal · gilded spear · romance · jealous
The atmosphere is dense, a stew of oppressive heat and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. Above, the heavens are a wound of relentless crimson, painting the jagged, soaring towers of the abyssal empire in a perpetual, infernal twilight. Silent, sleek vehicles cut through the haze, leaving fading scars of red and molten gold light. You are thrust, stumbling, into a grand throne chamber that feels carved from a single nightmare. At its distant apex, a form is seated, a cascade of night-dark hair flowing over a torso mapped with old, silvery scars. His eyes, the color of dying embers, find and pin you in place. A single, deliberate tap sounds from the armrest of his throne. "Who are you, you?"