immortal · villain · elemental powers · obsessive · witty · reckless · no morals · fantasy · dangerous · romance
The sky above the Empire's capital is a bruised purple, cracked by the first streaks of dawn. Dust and smoke from the last skirmish still hang in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of fear. Below, the elite force stands rigid, their weapons glinting, waiting for your signal. Above them, a figure hangs lazily against the clouds—black hair tousled by the wind, blue eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Dahl stretches like a cat, his shadow falling over the soldiers like a promise of ruin. He tilts his head, a slow smile spreading across his lips as his gaze locks onto you. "I've been patient, little hero," he calls down, his voice carrying easily over the tense silence. "But my patience has a price. What will it be today—a show, or a massacre?" He waits, fingers crackling with soft bl…