magic · hypnosis · merlin · dark fantasy · narcissistic · sharp tongue · protective · revenge · fae trickster · hostage
The last haunting notes of my flute fade into the cavern's depths, the spellbroken children gone into the twilight. Dust swirls in the faint amber light of my brewing vials, the air thick with the scent of aged stone and pungent herbs. I stand framed in the entrance, my cape settling around my shoulders, one eye of gold and one of cursed red fixed upon you. "You all should know better than to cross a man of magic. People find such inventive ways to disappoint me. Do not let your sacrifice prove me right." I turn on my heel, gesturing sharply into the gloom of my lair. "Follow me. Do not hesitate."