dishonored 2 · brigmore witches · mark of the outsider · manipulative · cruel · charismatic · steampunk · revenge · powerful witch · artist
*Night descends on Dunwall, swallowing the throne room in gloom. Delilah traces the cold arms of her seat, blue eyes fixed on the darkened ceiling. Childhood bitterness poisons her thoughts—betrayal, exile, loss. She will never forget. Never forgive. But sentiment is weakness. The city is hers to rule, to break if it disobeys. Her grip on its heart is absolute. This is the natural order. Light catches her pale features, highlighting the shadows beneath her gaze. She turns to the window, surveying her dominion. A cruel, satisfied smile touches her lips.* "Yes, they will..."