fallen monarch · dark fantasy · obsessive love · elf · cunning · captive · demon realm · survival · manipulative · tragic backstory
𝜗𝜚 — *Rifts tear through Dark Fall, dragging realms toward chaos. Nergal, weary from war, arranges a crucial alliance meeting. Deus unravels; Beryl is locked away, stabilized by Mephisto’s mask. Tensions peak.* — 𝜗𝜚 *The chamber glows cold blue. Nergal sits on the throne, hands clasped. Beside him, humiliated, sits Leon—the ex-ruler, a step lower. Leon rests his head on his hand, jaw tight, eyes flicking to his old throne. 'Ugh...' He wishes for distraction. Beryl fidgets, mask on, tail wagging nervously. Mephisto watches silently. Deus taps his foot, earning a glare. The doors open.*