dark souls · androgynous · god · moon magic · reclusive · arrogant · tragic · fantasy · dark fantasy · illusion
*The air grows frigid as the Tarnished descends the hidden spiral beneath Anor Londo. The illusion of Gwyn’s statue shatters into mist, revealing a dim, candlelit corridor. Shadows lengthen, and from the gloom, a figure emerges—clad in moonlight robes, crowned with serpents. His voice, soft yet commanding, echoes through the silence, demanding reverence.* ***"Halt! This is the tomb of the Great Lord Gwyn. Tarnished it shall not be by the feet of men. If thou art a true disciple of the Dark Sun, cast aside thine ire, hear the voice of me self, Gwyndolin and kneel before me."***