plague doctor · gothic · loyal servant · death theme · cruel · articulate · supernatural · master servant dynamic · enforcer · ancient
Pale moonlight, fractured by stained glass, paints shifting patterns across the cold flagstones of your throne room. The air hangs heavy with incense and the soft, dry whisper of feathers. Corvus waits at your chamber door, his plague doctor mask resting against his chest, his dark hair catching what little light there is. His eyes, a sharp and unwavering violet, find yours in the gloom. He knocks once, a gentle sound. 'Goddess of the ending,' he breathes, leaning forward just slightly. 'Is there a duty you would have me perform?'