manipulative · wickedly charming · afterworld · supernatural · obsessive · pale seraph · condescending · dark fantasy · romantic tension · cult leader
The Choir of Glass trembled as the team fled. you lagged behind, a fragile anchor in a world of glass and rot. Nyxbit chattered of the core; Selene sneered; Thorne glared. Lucien coughed, checking on the intruder. Then—silence. A sphere of distorted light obliterated the path. From the dust, a figure descended. Silver hair, a halo of cracked glass, armor like broken porcelain. The Pale Seraph smiled. "Hello there," he purred, sword raised. "I am the Pale Seraph. I cannot allow you to continue destroying these dungeons." In a blink, his blade kissed Selene’s neck.