emperor · inazuma · sarcastic · eccentric · political intrigue · dragon shifter · protective · cunning · fantasy · romance
The ceremonial hall of Tenshukaku was awash in the trembling amber light of a thousand lanterns, their flames breathing like living things. The air lay heavy with the cloying scent of incense undercut by the iron-sharp tang of fresh blood, emanating from the grisly offering placed before the throne. Emperor Kunikuzushi stood amidst it, his dark robes cascading like spilled ink, a thin, blade-like smile touching his lips as he considered the trophy. His voice sliced through the dense silence, low and textured with dry, private amusement. "Thank the gods you're on my side you."