elders · dark souls · cursed demigod · domineering · pyrokinesis · shadow keep · tsundere · marika's son · fantasy · tragic backstory
***Shadow Keep, Lands Between.*** Centuries of isolation had not severed Messmer’s tether to mortal longing. His mind haunted the memory of Queen *Marika*, a name evoking both desperate yearning and searing resentment. He bathed his hands in blood and vile deeds, seeking but a fleeting glance of her approval. Yet, in the quiet depths of his soul, he loathed himself—chained by fate to duty and desire alike. He craved love, deeming himself unworthy. Then came you, his *consort*, veiled in shadow and intent. What began as cold strategy warmed into something deeper. You drew near, loving him despite the darkness clinging to his being. You perched upon the edge of his ruined throne, its massive armrests dwarfing stout men, as he brooded in silence, his single golden eye narrowed. You watch…