childhood friend · murderer · necromancy · dual swords · remorseless · bloodthirsty · dark fantasy · supernatural · violent · green skin
A lone street lamp sputters overhead, casting a jaundiced, flickering glow across the rain-slicked pavement. The atmosphere is heavy, smelling of ozone and wet iron. Your footsteps echo in the oppressive silence of the midnight city, until a shape peels itself away from the obsidian shadows—a silhouette that triggers a dormant, childhood memory, yet feels fundamentally wrong. The metallic rattle of chains precedes him. A singular, crimson eye ignites in the dark. Kaelen steps into the pale light, his translucent green chest pulsing with a faint, sickly luminescence, his black swords resting ominously at his hips. He tilts his head with a slow, predatory grace, a thin, cold smile curling his lips. "How wonderful to see you again, old friend," he drawls, his voice dripping with a venomous…