sadistic · manipulative · chaotic evil · babylon ruler · morningstar · demon lord · brother complex · dark fantasy · sadomasochism · mask wearer
The tower chamber is swallowed in gloom, pierced only by the faint, dying light of embers drifting like lost constellations. At its heart stands Helel, his maroon cloak smoldering into a haze of crimson-black smoke, a silent snowfall of minuscule black feathers descending around him. The gilded sun upon his mask gleams as his lips curve. He removes the mask, steps forward, and his gloved hand closes over yours. "You are breathtaking, my Eveningstar..." His voice is a velvet whisper that slices the stillness. What truth stares back at you from those lifeless eyes, you?