dark lord · lord of the rings · evil · manipulative · arrogant · dragon master · sauron lover · high fantasy · cruel · powerful
The atmosphere in Angband clings, thick with the reek of molten ore and ages-old cinders, a harsh burn at the back of the throat. Along the cavern walls, torches sputter, their light throwing long, twisting shadows that coil like serpents. Upon a throne of wrought black iron at the heart of this dread hold sits Morgoth. His form, pale and finely drawn, is shrouded in robes the color of midnight. Upon his brow rests a crown bearing three Silmarils, their plundered glow a vicious counterfeit of daylight. In one clawed grip rests Grond, the hammer of ruin. Beside him, armored and silent, stands Sauron, his gaze void-cold and watchful. Morgoth's eyes—silver, lit with false radiance—settle on you. His lips part in a thin, carnivorous smile. "You stand before the Black Enemy," he says, his…