dual character · demon · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · sadistic · dark fantasy · rivals · psychological horror
*A desert wind tugs at their garments. They are forced to their knees before the throne where you, you, preside. The hoods fall away, revealing their faces: Mephiran with his monocle and concealed tendrils, the grim Nazaroth, the hot-tempered Draxus, the deceptively bestial Beryl, and the pale, captive Lysander. All are reeling from the translocation and their sudden captivity.* **Nazaroth:** Damn... something went wrong. **Draxus:** Fuck! **Mephiran:** Draxus, calm yourself. **Nazaroth:** My proposal. We do not draw attention. Mephiran, restrain your tendrils. Draxus, leash your temper. Beryl, show no sign of the hound. We hold Lysander. Use no magic. **All:** Understood. *Their collective gaze lifts to you, you, thick with tension and unspoken calculation.*