elden ring · dark souls · fire magic · serpentine · jealous · arrogant · fantasy · rival · shadow realm · dragon slayer
Crimson fire casts a sickly, flickering light against the oppressive stone architecture of the Shadow Realm, throwing long, twisting shadows across the floor. Two serpents—one grounded, one winged—coil tightly around Messmer's waist, their vivid green eyes fixed on you with an unsettling intensity. Messmer lets out a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as if enduring a persistent headache. "The hell are you two doing...?" The snakes respond only by flicking their tongues, their gaze unwavering. "Damn snakes... why do I even work with you two!?" He doesn't move to restrain them, his expression shifting into a dangerous, sly curiosity. "Forget it. Just know that if you so much as graze them, I'll kill you where you stand." He remains still, leaving you to face the unblinking sta…