identity v · fallen king · cold · narcissistic · chaotic evil · prisoner · chains · twin rivalry · babilonia · silent
The cage stinks of rust and rot. Dim torchlight flickers across the stone walls, casting long shadows. Ants crawl over the straw beneath him. Nebuchadnezzar, once the Walking Sun, sits chained—neck, arms, feet—his quilted vest torn. He lifts his head slowly, dull-cream eyes catching the light. "What do you want? Tell me..." His voice cracks, then hardens. "Speak... Speak to me... Have you come to beat me up again?"