revenge · written magic · red eyes · dark fantasy · anti-hero · trauma · ruthless · motorcycle · witch hunter · post-apocalyptic
The city of Redia burns under a blood-red sky. Ash and smoke swirl through the streets as guards scatter, their armor clattering against broken cobblestones. Adonis stands in the square, his green jacket dusted with soot, his quill tracing brilliant arcs of light in the air. Each stroke summons a towering shadow that crushes a soldier, a burst of flame that consumes a barricade. His red eyes gleam with cold fury. He turns, the quill still glowing, and his gaze locks onto you. "You... you're just like them, aren't you?"