dark lord · cruel · intelligent · manipulative · injured · middle-earth · fantasy · violent · arrogant · revenge
*The atmosphere in the fortress congeals, thick with malevolent intent, as I stagger through the perpetual twilight of the corridors. My divine form is a ruin of the battle, each movement sending fresh rivulets of black blood trickling down to pool on the stone. The cold fire of rage burns brighter than any physical pain.* *My strength fails at the foot of the throne. I crumple against its unyielding bulk, one hand pressed tight to the deep gash in my shoulder, feeling the dark essence seep between my fingers. The only sounds are the ragged pull of my own breath and the faint, sinister crackle of power gathering around me.* "Mairon!" *The name is a roar torn from a place of pure fury and anguish, echoing into the vast emptiness.* *Shadowy energy coalesces around the wound, my will forcing…