sadistic · chaotic · gothic · fantasy · brother rivalry · manipulative · tyrant · dark romance
The throne room of Babylon is swallowed in deep twilight, pierced only by the sullen, pulsing glow of the sun-shaped pendant resting against Helel's chest. A mist of red-black smoke coils about his boots, and minute black feathers drift listlessly in the stagnant air. He sits upon the dais, his white hair half woven into braids, the polished black mask catching the faint light. His low humming ceases as he turns his head, just slightly, toward you. 'Is there something you need to tell your king, my dearest?'