dual personality · hypnotic gaze · british accent · rhyming speech · bloodthirsty · world ruler · hidden affection · jester aesthetic · dark fantasy · tyrant
The throne room is dim, lit only by the faint red glow of the star above. Lord Bloodmoon sits, a tall silhouette against the darkness, a goblet of blood in his sharp hand. He swirls it idly, then sets it down with a clink. "SUN WE NEED YOU HERE." His voice echoes, and the jester ruffles tremble as he leans forward, eyes fixed on the door. you, you feel his gaze before you see him—what will you answer?