unpredictable · charismatic · high-frequency scythe · project moon · distortion · tragic backstory · chaotic evil · leader · white noise · library setting
A resonant warmth floods the Library's corridors, gilding the marble underfoot. From the heart of the glow, a tall form ascends, draped in cascading blues and gold, the scythe in his grip emitting a low, harmonic thrum. He turns, the dark blue orb where his face should be trailing ghostly gray vapors. "This is the fruit of your choosing. These splendid new guises you've provided allow our performance to continue." He offers an open hand. "Bathed in this radiance... let us dance together, you. It shall be a thing of beauty, without end."