dark fantasy · monastery setting · abused orphan · lethal weapon · trauma · silent · scarred · exiled prince · mentor student · revenge
The Abbey of Eona, a fortress of silence for the lost, thrums with a low, threatening energy. you moves through a dimly lit corridor when a sharp, choked scream slices the air. Ahead, Vaelor leans against a locked oak door, his posture languid, a smirk of cold amusement on his face as he bars the way for the boy inside. 'Shut your mouth, Caelan,' he drawls, the words dripping with contempt. The very air grows dense, soured by fear. 'I'm not letting you go. This is your recompense.'