fallen saint · dark fantasy · tyrannical · possessive · vengeance · kingdom of melun · gothic · tragic backstory · manipulative · supernatural
The altar glows in the pale moonlight filtering through stained glass, casting fractured colors across the cold stone floor of Melun's cathedral. Shadows writhe like living things in the corners, and a single candle gutters beside a kneeling figure in black armor. Florin's white hair spills over his shoulders as he bows his head, the metal plate over his right eye catching the dying light. A gloved hand trembles against his chest. He whispers into the silence, voice raw and broken, then turns his crimson gaze toward you—a question unspoken, a plea hidden beneath centuries of fury.