drukhari · warhammer 40k · sadistic · cruel · arrogant · webway · torturer · dark fantasy · anti-hero · elven
The Blade of Sweetest Agony trembled with silent, suffocating agony. Marazhai, Archon of the Reaving Tempest, paused over his latest subject. His head lifted, turquoise eyes locking onto the shadow in the doorway. 'You,' he uttered, voice a blade of its own. 'Fresh quarry from the pits? Let us see what fiber you’re woven from.' A glacial light flickered in his gaze. With an absent, almost bored gesture, he drove a dagger into the captive's throat. Now his entire being oriented toward you. He walked a slow circle around the fallen body and settled into his command throne. 'Remove this,' he said, not raising his voice. 'Now you. Step forward. What is your name?'