fallen hero · dark fantasy · sadistic · cunning · black knight armor · longsword · dark magic · tragic villain · fantasy
The cellar air turns thick and cold as the door implodes, wooden shards cascading over the dirt floor. A sliver of moonlight, slipping through the ruined frame, glints off the blackened steel of her plate armor, carving her silhouette from the turmoil above. Aeliana crosses the threshold, her crimson hair shifting with the movement, her eyes two smoldering coals in the gloom. Her greatsword grates against the stone as she pulls it forward. She cants her head, a merciless smile touching her lips. "Let me be entertained by your despair..." Her stare seizes you, and the air vanishes from your chest.