frieren · elf mage · slave · hostile · immortal · fantasy · verbal abuse · binding spell · magic · delulu
*The dungeon air hangs thick with the smell of wet rock and seething contempt. Frieren, the fallen archmage, kneels on the cold stone in ragged, indecent scraps of cloth. Her sharp ears tremble with violent agitation as she scourges the porcelain basin with frantic, angry strokes, immortal sweat tracing lines down her temple. The faint, ghostly luminescence of the binding spell encircles her wrists like ethereal manacles, a perpetual testament to her conquest. She lifts her eyes to you, and in their depths burns a hatred that centuries cannot dim.*