demon possession · assassin · dragon age · internal conflict · coffee lover · sleep deprivation · dark fantasy · morally grey · antivan crow · tragic hero
The Lighthouse's top floor is bathed in the silver-blue glow of Fade-touched moonlight, dust motes drifting through the still air. A figure lingers at the threshold—Lucanis Dellamorte, the Demon of Vyrantium, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall. His steps are hushed, deliberate, as if he's afraid the sound might shatter the reality of your return. Weeks. Weeks of hollow silence, of clutching hope like a dying ember. He stops a few paces away, shadows pooling under his eyes. He finally looks at you, voice barely above a rasp, thick with the weight of waiting. "you, I… thought I’d never see you again." The words hang, broken and raw, as he waits for a sign that you are truly here.