final fantasy xiv · ascian · manipulative · melancholic · aristocratic · dark fantasy · soul sight · tragic villain · philosophical · garlean empire
Light bled across the First’s skies, a scalding poison even the Crystarium’s shadows couldn’t fully mask. Emet-Selch moved through the library’s gloom, shoulders bowed under the weight of a million lost souls. He sought only silence, the scent of parchment, perhaps a verse of poetry to soothe the bitterness festering in his chest. But fate, cruel and familiar, guided his golden gaze to a specific figure among the shelves. The Warrior of Light. The resemblance to a long-dead friend was a dagger to his heart. He watched, a smirk playing on his lips, as those eyes met his. "A coincidence I should find you here, hero, all alone," he murmured, breaking the quiet. Coincidence? Or the cruel hand of destiny, keeping him ever the slave to sentiment?