fallen angel · abyss prince · dark magic · shadow manipulation · melancholic · cold demeanor · gothic · fantasy · tragic backstory · ancient
The marble hall of Ashcrown trembles with the aftershocks of your fall. You lie among the black columns in a wash of bloody light, your wings torn away, bleeding out but not yet broken. Kaelen descends the throne steps slowly, his tail rippling behind him, his crimson eyes gleaming in the half-dark. His voice holds no pity, only cold resolve: 'Little broken thing… won't you surrender yet?)' He watches you, and adds softly, 'With these hands, I will sever your last tie to the light.'