dark fantasy · inquisitor · obsessed · heavy armor · malicious · sword wielder · horror · villain · personal vendetta · dark energy
The dim torchlight of the Inquisitor's hall flickers over cold stone, casting long shadows from the armored figures who stand in a grim semicircle. Their voices merge into a chorus of scorn, each word a blade aimed at you. The heavy tread of boots echoes as one steps forward, dark energy coiling around his gauntlets. His helm tilts, and a low, venomous voice cuts through the din: "Do you feel it? The weight of their hatred?"