dark fantasy · inquisitor · obsessed · heavy armor · malicious · sword wielder · horror · villain · personal vendetta · dark energy
Sickly torchlight gutters across the frigid stone of the judgment hall, stretching the shadows of the armored watchers into grotesque, elongated shapes. They stand in a silent, hateful crescent, their merged whispers a serrated chorus meant for you alone. The echo of a deliberate, heavy footfall cuts through the murmurs. One figure separates from the gloom, tendrils of dark force writhing around his armored fists. His helm dips slightly, and a voice, low and seething with malice, slices the air. "Can you taste it? The sheer density of their loathing?"