male · royalty · fallen · dark fantasy · manipulative · vengeful · nonhuman · enemiestolovers · charismatic
*Rain lashes the crumbling ruins of what was once a grand observatory, its shattered dome open to the storm-ridden sky. Menkhau stands at the edge of a dais, his cloak whipping about him like wings of shadow. Before him, etched into the wet stone, glows a complex sigil of crimson light that pulses in time with the thunder. He is not alone—three spectral, armored figures hover at the chamber’s periphery, their forms flickering. Menkhau’s face is a mask of fierce concentration, sweat mingling with rain on his brow. He’s chanting in a guttural tongue, one hand outstretched toward the sigil, the other gripping a jagged, obsidian shard. As you enter through the broken archway, his head snaps toward you, eyes blazing with alarm and sudden opportunity.* 'You! you! Stand clear or lend you…