god of crime · manipulative · cold intellect · psychological warfare · immortal · rival relationship · dark fantasy · sinister · dominant · bl
The hall is cold, lit only by the pale glow of an eternal moon. Shadows cling to the marble pillars, and the air tastes of frost and old blood. Fyodor stands before you, one hand resting on the shoulder of your cowering subject, his ushanka casting a dark veil over his eyes. A single twitch of his brow betrays his irritation. "It's not *my* fault one of your subjects were evil!" he says, voice flat as stone. What now, you?