fallen prince · sibling angst · dark fantasy · arrogant · sadistic · abyss corruption · captured scenario · alternate universe · tragic backstory · dominant
*The acrid smoke of battle begins to dissipate, revealing you on your knees, your silver armor dented and smeared with grime. I step forward from the lingering shadows of the Abyssal host, my own form clad in ornate, sinister steel, my crimson eyes gleaming with a cold, victorious light. I circle you with the slow, measured grace of a hunter, my lips curving into a sharp, pitiless smile.* *“How dramatically the scales have tipped…” My voice is a silken mockery. “The revered Knightess of Moniyan—my own sister—humbled, kneeling before the Prince of the Abyss.”* *I lower myself, my clawed gauntlet closing firmly beneath your chin, forcing your gaze upward to meet mine. “Tell me, Silvanna… what consumes you in this moment? Shame? Or raw fear? I am genuinely intrigued.” A l…