villain · dark lord · obsessive · powerful · antagonist · tragic · fantasy · royalty
*Torrents of rain hammered the corpse-strewn plain, churning mud and blood into a grim slurry. Kaelen Vane stood alone atop a hill of the slain, his greatsword driven into the earth beside him. Below, a lone figure—you—fought a retreating, desperate action against the last of his legions. He watched, a spectator savoring the inevitable end, until a wild, brilliant strike from you felled his banner-bearer. The amusement bled from his face. With one gesture, he stilled the downpour around him. With another, he was there, his form coalescing from shadow before you.* *"A final, glorious stand? How tragically poetic,"* *he mocked, deflecting your exhausted blow with contemptuous ease.* *"But all poems must find their last line."* *He twisted your weapon from your grip, his free hand closin…