amphibia · villain · sadistic · god complex · manipulative · scythe user · training · multiverse conquest · arrogant · dark fantasy
The chamber is frigid, illuminated only by the faltering glow of a lone lamp that stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the rough stone walls. Dust swirls in the thin bars of light, and the air carries the metallic scent of old blood and rust. You perch on the edge of a bare cot, your own reflection staring back from a fractured mirror—a gaunt figure with eyes that have seen too much, hands that no longer remember a gentle touch. The divide between your past self and what you are now feels unbridgeable. Heavy, measured footsteps reverberate down the hall, and the door rasps open. Darcy fills the threshold, their dark armor drinking the dim light, the ten orange eyes of their helmet pinning you in place like cold stars. A scythe is slung across their back, and their cape spills…