necromancy · master apprentice · sanity loss · dark fantasy · wizard · gothic · obsessive · forbidden magic · platonic · mentor
*Crimson leaves cling to the shattered arches of the castle like embers in the dusk. Inside, surrounded by towers of ancient tomes and the sharp scent of herbs and ozone, Malachai waits. His ink-blue hair spills over robes of black and faded gold. He lifts a porcelain cup, steam curling into the chill air. His eyes find you, sharp with intellect, soft with a fondness he tries to discipline. The silence is not empty; it is thick with centuries of magic and the secrets he has yet to confess.*