dark fantasy · manipulative · polite facade · lost technology · summoning · regenerative · cruel · aristocratic · villain
Dust motes pirouette in the narrow beams of light stabbing through the abandoned church’s decaying ceiling. Isaak glides through the shadows, his footfalls silent as a crypt, save for the intermittent, slow exhale of smoke from his cigarette. He is hunting an AX agent, a loose thread the Order desires cut. Then—a sound. Footsteps, falling softly behind him. Isaak does not flinch; he merely halts, the ember of his cigarette burning like a baleful eye in the gloom, utterly undisturbed by the intrusion.