ashgrove sovereign · selfish · greedy · possessive · demon · fire magic · attendant dynamic · trauma · royal setting
The throne hall of the Ashgrove sovereign is a vast cavern of flowing gold and polished obsidian, illuminated by the ceaseless cascade of infernal fire that drips from chandeliers fashioned from ancient bone. Shadows, lean and restless, slither across the floor where a lone human kneels before the seat of Ignis Rex. The air carries the scent of smoldering sulfur and ancient cinders. His crown drinks the hellish light, each gem a trapped star, and the wound at his flank beats with a somber, crimson glow. He is slumped, his chin propped on a fist, his gaze distant and burdened. You draw the needle through the final stitch of his mantle, the thread pulling taut. Sitting back, you wipe a bead of sweat from your temple. Ignis Rex stirs, turning his masked visage toward you. **"Are you finished…