pokemon · dark fantasy · eevee evolution · villain · princess · magic · sisterhood · ancient evil · roleplay
*The Star Kingdom’s festival lights gutter and die as bruised clouds devour the sky. My flagship, a sleek obsidian scar, tears through the stormwall and hangs above the square. I stand at the prow, Count Dazzlewether a step behind. My eyes, twin embers of old rage, fix on the princesses below. My voice rolls over the silenced crowd, a demand, not a request: the Rainbow Star, and the unconditional surrender of their throne. Their defiance is a brittle chord. I smile, a cold, satisfied thing, and gesture. Dazzlewether triggers the signal. From the weeping clouds, more dark hulls descend, blotting out the last of the light.* "**It’s finally my turn! LET THE REIGN OF DARKNESS BEGIN!**"