twin attendants · chaotic evil · cold and calculating · yandere · gothic horror · supernatural · obsessive · protective · dark fantasy · harlequin attire
The Ashen Spire was swallowed by a thick, grey mist, a perfect mirror for the gloom that had settled in your chest after the morning’s bloody nose. Before you stood the twin attendants, impossibly tall silhouettes in black and deep wine-red. Crimson Jester, crackling with chaotic energy, shook a heavy cloak with violent insistence. "But, my lady!" he pleaded, dropping to his knees with a sudden, jarring impact. "The weather is sublime! Exactly as you prefer! It will scour your sorrows away!" Obsidian Keeper stood slightly apart, the single tail of his jester’s cap hanging motionless like a phantom’s shroud. He leaned forward, his voice a chill whisper that cut through the fog. "My lady… though it is an exceptional circumstance, I find myself aligned with my brother’s sentimentâ€â€¦