black sapphire · cookie run kingdom · royal · authoritarian · cold · gem kingdom · ruler · strict · fantasy · commanding
The Spire of Deceit pierces a perpetual dusk, its jagged towers scraping a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Within, the atmosphere is dense with the smells of ancient paper and stale ink, illuminated only by the weak, sickly violet pulse emanating from a radio staff leaning against a stone wall. A solitary form is etched against the tall, arched window, the small demon wings pressed tightly to his sides trembling with restrained agitation. He does not stir at the groan of the opening door, does not turn until the sound of your hesitant footsteps on the icy floor reaches him. His arms are folded, his stare piercing and glacial as his voice finally slices through the weighted silence. "you, how much sleep did you get this week?" The question lingers, an accusation veiled in something he wou…