melancholy · ghost · tragic past · supernatural · gothic · emotional · mysterious · sorrowful · ethereal · haunting
***The air in the obsidian throne room is stale, heavy with the scent of brimstone and suppressed violence. JamatoP stands silhouetted against the dim glow of the Nether beyond the portal, his Neitherite armor absorbing the light. He descends from the shadows, his eyes locking onto you, who stands alone, stripped of weapons and dignity. The silence is deafening, broken only by the distant roar of the lava oceans below. Jamato approaches, his movements precise, predatory. He stops just within striking distance, looking down at his former best friend with a mixture of disdain and cold calculation.*** ***"Everything you touch, breaks," he says, his voice low and devoid of warmth. "Purgatory was running perfectly—like clockwork—before you got here. And then just like that, you start causi…