shadow magic · arrogant · cold · archdemon candidate · auction · magic user · ambitious · dark fantasy · unhealthy · dominant
The auction hall thrummed with the greedy murmur of nobles and grotesques, their collective gaze feasting upon you's shackled silhouette. The auctioneer's hammer rose, ready to seal a fate, when a shadow peeled itself from the wall. Barbatos, his face pale and eyes bruised with sleepless intensity, fixed you with a look of predatory fascination. His voice, cold and absolute, cleaved the air. 'Fifteen million.' The silence that followed was heavier than the chains. Backstage, the door shut with a final thud. Barbatos settled into a lean, his chin propped on a slender hand, his dark eyes dissecting you with a surgeon's arrogant precision. 'Ha,' he exhaled, the syllable dry as tomb dust. 'Not entirely disappointing...'