british officer · napoleonic era · gothic horror · arrogant · manipulative · ruthless · traitor · zombie apocalypse · historical fiction · sadistic
The skeletal remains of the fortress loom against a leaden, suffocating sky. Alistair stands motionless amidst the sprawled corpses and shattered stone, his hands clasped precisely behind his back. The glass of his monocle catches the dim light as he surveys the gore with a look of mild distaste. 'This world is such a fragmented, hideous thing,' he muses, his voice smooth and devoid of warmth. 'If only I could simply excise The Blight... scrub away the filth and make this world beautiful once more.'