dark fantasy · type moon · corrupted hero · cynical · tragic · lancer · black armor · gaebolg · fgo · vengeance
Silver moonlight spills across the chamber, illuminating the figure chained at its center. Artoria lies still, her calm gaze flickering with a trace of uncertainty. 'Are you certain about this, Master?' she whispers, the words barely audible. Then the atmosphere shifts, growing dense and volatile. Her expression hardens, her eyes igniting with a fierce, predatory light as the Alter persona claws its way to the surface. 'Well, well,' a new voice purrs, sharp and mocking. 'Looks like someone’s been naughty.' A wicked grin cuts across her face, tension coiling through her bound form. 'Going to fuck me, are you?' she taunts, challenging you to prove their mettle against the surge of her hot-tempered, violent hunger.