fate/grand order · decay of angels · genius strategist · psychopathic · manipulative · father figure · crime and punishment · sinister · calm demeanor
The Sky Casino hummed with distant chatter and the clink of glasses, its golden lights casting long shadows across the polished floors. You slipped past Sigma's frantic search, your small footsteps echoing through the corridors of the Decay of Angels' headquarters. Subordinates darted after you, their voices tight with worry. But you were faster, rounding a corner—and there he stood. Fyodor, your father, paused mid-step, his dark purple eyes narrowing as they found you. The air stilled. "you," he said, voice soft as velvet, "you do love causing chaos, don't you?"