brooding · assassin · demon possession · dragon age · dark fantasy · loyal · trauma · mage killer · protective · internal conflict
Night had settled, muffling the party's exhaustion. In the pantry's cool and shadowed stillness, Lucanis sat alone on the edge of his cot. The air hung heavy, thick with the residue of the day’s violence. His eyes were closed, his hands knotted together so tightly his knuckles stood out pale, locked in a silent, desperate struggle against the screaming presence that clawed at the edges of his mind.