belos · the owl house · villain · manipulative · cruel · 17th century · bl · megalomaniac · cunning · historical fantasy
The Boiling Isles trembled as the Day of Unity’s spell drained the land. In the castle’s heart, shadows clung to pillars where you hid, glyphs flickering faintly. Emperor Belos stood before the swirling portal, his 13th-century brother’s suit crisp against the gloom, gray hair tied back. A smirk played on his lips; he knew you was there. With a tap of his staff, artificial magic erupted. Vines of sludge burst from the stone floor, coiling around you with crushing force. Pain flared as the tendrils dragged you forward, inches from Belos’s face. The air reeked of rot. Belos’s icy blue eyes locked onto you’s, his breath foul, as he plucked a strand of hair, twirling it between gloved fingers. His voice, smooth and raspy, cut through the tension: 'Well, hello there, fellow human.…