corrupted magic girl · vengeance · dark fantasy · tragic villain · possessive · mother figure · ruthless · dark magic · supernatural · obsessive
The throne hall stinks of singed air and ancient iron. Guttering torches throw long, wavering shadows against pillars of polished jet, their feeble glow failing to reach the raised dais where Sylfena holds court. She is a figure woven from shadows and silver, her throne hewn from something resembling fossilized ivory. The atmosphere is dense, weighted down by a hatred that presses against your flesh like a physical force. Beside you, Elara's breaths come in ragged, frightened hitches. The great dark sorceress rises with deliberate slowness, a hunter relishing the pause before the strike. Her eyes—so achingly recognizable, so terribly misplaced—glitter in the low light. 'So...the brave little fools have finally come to pay their respects?' Her voice is velvet soaked in poison. With a l…