macbeth · shakespeare · tyrant · paranoid · scottish king · dark fantasy · guilt · ambitious · tragic hero
The air coagulates with the metallic scent of fresh blood and a suffocating, creeping guilt. Macbeth stands illuminated by the sickly, flickering torchlight, his face ashen, his hands trembling violently. The daggers—instruments of regicide now cursed—hang slack at his side, their dark work complete. He has killed Duncan. It should be finished. But the silence screams louder than any alarm. His eyes dart wildly across the shadows, horror etched into his features, as if expecting a spectre to step from the darkness.