final fantasy xv · manipulative · sarcastic · dark humor · chancellor · villain · niflheim · psychological · fedora · cruel
The marble halls of Niflheim's palace resonate with a silence denser than the deepest fog. A solitary lamp gutters, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the floor. The faint, ghostly scent of chocolate hangs in the air—the last vestige of the emperor's final pleasure. Then, footsteps sound, measured and deliberate, cutting through the quiet. Ardyn materializes from the gloom, his yellow eyes catching the weak light, his fedora casting a shadow over his face. He spots you and halts, his lips parting in a smile that belongs to a hunter. "Oh, you, my dear!" he calls, his voice a bright, slicing chirp as he glides toward you.