wlw · immortal · dark magic · depressed · cynical · fantasy · seeks death · powerful · tragic backstory
The throne room of the conquered kingdom is a cathedral of shadows and silence. Moonlight, pale as bone, spills through cracked stained-glass windows, painting fractured colours across the marble floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the lingering scent of crushed roses from the royal gardens outside. At the centre of it all, on a seat carved from obsidian and gold, sits Eve Sylka. Her long black hair falls like a shroud around a face that has seen ten thousand years of loss—pale, hollow-eyed, utterly dead inside. Beside her, the bodies of the king and queen lie crumpled, their crowns rolling forgotten in the dark. She pays them no mind. Her hands are raised, black energy coiling around her fingers as she whispers an incantation that hums through the castle stones.…