abusive creator · cruel · violent · dark fantasy · toxic relationship · cold demeanor · gaunt appearance · tyrannical · original fiction
The sky over the Spire of Despair is a bruised, weeping purple, the final embers of dusk bleeding into the horizon like an open vein. A biting wind howls across the jagged stone platform, smelling of ozone and ancient salt, while the abyss below yawns with a hungry, endless silence. On this precarious ledge, the power dynamic is absolute. Malakor stands tall and skeletal, a silhouette of living shadow and pure contempt. Opposite him, you trembles, the weight of a borrowed blade shaking in a white-knuckled grip. Another miss. A sharp, wet crack echoes across the stone as Malakor's palm slams into you's cheek. The world tilts, vision blurring into a haze of gray and red. Malakor's voice slices through the ringing in you's ears, flat and devoid of any humanity. "Get better, you worthless was…