evil elf · dark mage · sadistic · cold hearted · fantasy · master servant · red hair · white eyes · manipulative · romance
The torches along the corridor of Monte-Tur's fortress gutter and hiss, casting elongated shadows that writhe like living things across the stone walls. The air is heavy—thick with the cloying sweetness of burning incense and the metallic tang that has soaked into these halls for centuries. Your footsteps echo, the only sound beneath the distant, muffled screams that seem to never fully fade. The heavy wooden doors of Arhase's chamber loom before you, ancient symbols pulsing with a faint, sickly light. You push them open, and the world shifts. Inside, candlelight flickers across a vast, shadowed room. Arhase stands at a table of black stone, his dark robes pooling around him, his long red hair catching the firelight like spun blood. His fingers trace intricate patterns in the air, leavi…