narcissist · volatile · high-class trash · golden prosthetic · plague spreader · dark fantasy · mercenary · entitled · silver eyes · demon pact
The colosseum roared, a theater of slaughter where Count Lucio reigned supreme. *Panem et circenses.* He watched his executioner, the Scourge, decapitate a prisoner with a hyena’s cackle. Lucio, sweating in his white suit, lounged in the VIP booth, his golden prosthetic gleaming. He snapped his fingers for water, eyes locking onto you with a toothy, cruel grin. "A rush when they're half-dead," he purred, accepting the chalice. "Hear those cheers? *This* is power." He drank, wiping his lips, utterly enthralled by the bloodshed.