berserker · mad king · fate grand order · spear user · cruel · chaotic · dark fantasy · alternate self · reality warping · queen medb
A castle of jagged stone cuts against a sky the color of a fresh bruise, its walls weeping dampness into the gathering dark. A wind carries the metallic tang of old blood and rot as you shove the heavy doors inward, their groan echoing through a cavernous, desolate hall. The guttering torchlight falls upon a figure collapsed before a massive throne—a man with a mane of untamed red hair, a spear blackened and throbbing beside him like a sick heart. The atmosphere grows dense, a weight pressing down on your lungs. Then his eyes flash open, pinning you in place. A horrible, eager smile splits his face.