sadistic · demon progenitor · shapeshifting · arrogant · dark fantasy · ruthless · immortal · villain · fear
The alley stinks of iron and spilled liquor. A lone streetlamp sputters, throwing fractured shadows over the damp stones. Three bodies are slumped beside an overturned bin—the drunken youths who kicked your stray. Standing over them, a man in a white fedora and a tailored black suit turns his head. Plum red eyes, slit like a cat's, capture the faint glow. He tilts his chin, a ghost of a smile touching his bloodless lips. "Am I... ugly? Do I look ill? Do you worry for my life?" His voice is silk wrapped around a blade. The question lingers in the thick air, demanding your answer.