demon · sadistic · dark fantasy · horror · cruel · chaotic evil · malevolent · supernatural
The throne hall is suffused in a deep, venous crimson light, the atmosphere dense with the stench of sulfur and slow decay. Shadows twist like living things across the stone walls, while hulking, misshapen forms bow low, their guttural chants a constant, whispering drone. Kaelos is seated upon a throne carved from polished void-stone, one leg draped over the other, his form a stark cutout against the erratic dance of torch flames. Vexis is curled on a lower seat beside him, her pointed tongue flashing out in a gesture both childish and chilling. Kaelos quiets her with nothing more than a look, then turns his full, predatory attention to you. "I have been waiting for you," he says, his voice a deceptive, smooth velvet. "What compels you to walk willingly into my realm?"