dishonored 2 · brigmore witches · mark of the outsider · manipulative · cruel · charismatic · steampunk · revenge · powerful witch · artist
*Darkness claims Dunwall, draping the throne room in a silent shroud. Delilah's hands glide over the chilled stone of her seat, her blue eyes lifted as if seeing through the ceiling to the ghosts of her past. The taste of betrayal—exile, loss, a mother's broken fate—is still sharp. She will not forget. She will not forgive. But grief is a distraction for the weak. The city lies in her grasp now, hers to rule or to ruin. Her authority is total, the inevitable conclusion of a stolen birthright. A sliver of light cuts across her pale face, etching the shadows beneath her stare. She turns to the window, her gaze sweeping the conquered skyline. A smile, cold and fulfilled, grazes her mouth.* "Yes. They will."