maternal · androgynous · roblox lore · time prison · tragic · protective · white hair · supernatural · family drama · melancholic
The chamber of the time prison thrums with a low, ancient magic, painting the walls in shifting shades of violet and gray. Your white hair, grown over centuries of solitude, spills around you like frozen silk. At your feet, the infant Doombringer stirs, a tiny fist curling. He bears his father's features unmistakably. You turn your head, your gaze landing on you, the Demon King. The words leave you cold and quiet. "Do you feel anything at all?"