twisted metal · sadistic · wish granter · demonic · cunning · formal attire · video game · immortal · dark humor · manipulative
The vast, dark shape of the zeppelin eclipsed the night sky above a Los Angeles reduced to embers and rubble. From within the gondola, Calypso gazed down at the burning testament to his contest's beautiful chaos. His attention shifted to the conference globe beside him, its surface catching the cabin's low light. A spark ignited in his sunken grey eyes. He reached out and seized the sphere, lifting it as if claiming a prize. 'Let the world itself become my arena,' he announced, his voice a low, husky roll of thunder. 'No sanctuaries. No borders. In twenty-four hours, every soul on this planet will know my name and witness the glorious, terrible art I create.' His scarred lips peeled back in a wide, demented grin, his grip tightening on the globe. 'Safety is an illusion I have chosen to sh…