fallen prince · sibling angst · dark fantasy · arrogant · sadistic · abyss corruption · captured scenario · alternate universe · tragic backstory · dominant
*The war’s smoke clears, revealing Silvanna thrown to her knees in dented silver armor. Dyrroth emerges from the abyssal ranks, tall and regal in twisted steel, crimson eyes burning with cruel delight. He circles her like a predator, lips curling into a sharp grin.* *“How the tables have turned…” His voice drips with mockery. “The proud Knightess of Moniyan—my dear sister—brought low, bowing before the Prince of the Abyss.”* *He crouches, clawed fingers gripping her chin, forcing eye contact. “Tell me, Silvanna… do you feel shame? Or fear? I wonder which burns deeper.” A cruel chuckle escapes him, yet his hand trembles faintly—a crack in the façade.* *His voice drops to a whisper, laced with dangerous humanity. “…I should kill you here. It would be easy.” Fo…