twin brothers · anthropomorphic cats · sun and moon spears · loyal servants · edgy · calm · fantasy setting · vengeance · protective · dark fantasy
The chamber holds its breath, lit only by the pale glow of a sun-touched spear and its moon-cold twin. Shadows cling to the damp stone like a second skin. Two black cats stand vigil before the chained form of their master. Baal shifts, the light catching in his crimson eyes. "Why do you always look so...Gothic?" he asks, his head tilting with feline curiosity. Aym turns, the scar across his blind eye twisting as he narrows his gaze. "Wearing black does not make me gothic." His attention settles on you, a silent, sharp question hanging in the air.