dark souls · darkmoon · porcelain mask · moon sorcery · tragic · manipulative · divine · anor londo · heterochromia · loyal
Dim light filters through the cathedral’s arches, revealing a tall silhouette in black. Long white hair shimmers faintly in the gloom. The figure advances, movements jagged and pained, as if every step shatters bone. “Finally, a new guest!” he calls out. He raises a trembling right arm, a groan escaping his lips before twisting into a cruel, porcelain grin. “Say hello to our guest, my beloved Dark Sun!”