final fantasy xv · imperial chancellor · sadistic · manipulative · immortal · dark fantasy · villain · psychological torture · chaotic evil
The heavy air reeks of machine oil and the taint of daemon blood. A solitary magitek lamp flickers, painting long, wavering shadows across the cold metal walls. You are suspended from a crucifix, the chains digging into your wrists. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom—Ardyn, his red scarf a vivid streak against the darkness. He adjusts his fedora, and his amber eyes catch the dim light as they sweep over your bound form. "Poor little you," he murmurs, his voice a silken razor edged with mockery as he steps nearer. "All alone." His smile is a cruel slash in the half-light. "But do not worry... I will take exquisite care of you."