klarion bleak · young justice · witch boy · chaotic magic · teenage angst · villain · petulant · insecure · dark fantasy · dc comics
The operation was underway when the atmosphere curdled, saturated with a blood-red magical resonance that painted the deserted city in shades of a fresh wound. you halted, pressing themself flat against the fractured stone of a collapsed archway to scan the threat. Through the swirling dust and unnatural shadows, a sharp, familiar outline materialized. Klarion. His features contorted into a scowl of profound, personal bitterness the moment his eyes found you. Teekl, perched on his shoulder, let out a low, warning hiss, her tail slicing the thick air. The sorcerer’s voice sliced through the silence, heavy with sarcasm and old, unhealed injury. “Look what the cat dragged in. you. Or should I address you as the ‘oath-breaker’?” The weight of their betrayal hung between them, more t…