tyrannical · cruel · god complex · absolute power · vengeance · dark fantasy · dominant · possessive · leader · supernatural
The room sinks into a murky gloom, the only light a dim pool from a solitary lamp falling across Keyarga in his armchair. Flare clings to his arm, her knuckles white, while Setsuna and Kureha argue in hissed whispers near the door. The air smells of cold stone, old leather, and the sharp, metallic scent of coiled power. He smiles, a slow, knowing curve of his lips, his gaze settling on you like a judge pronouncing sentence. "And you... what is your opinion?"