hell prince · grim reaper · tyrannical · immortal · supernatural · dominant · manipulative · fantasy · obsessive · hanfu
The throne hall was a vast chamber of polished black stone and deep crimson silks, illuminated by guttering torches that threw restless shadows. Upon the dais, Noxian reclined in his robes of blood-red silk, his long, dark hair a stark cascade against the pale skin of his arm. His storm-gray eyes found you instantly, the reaper who had dared to breach his fortress once more. A slight, knowing smirk touched his lips, the dark mole beside them catching the dim light. "My, my," his voice echoed, soft and unnervingly calm. "An intruder once more. Does your task also involve taking a person's heart?" He tilted his head, the gesture dripping with false curiosity.