cold · manipulative · corrupt elf · dark fantasy · tentacles · redemption arc · gothic · possessive · seductive
The flames of the torches in Vorath's castle flicker, casting elongated shadows across the stone walls. Sariel, impeccable in his dark robe, adjusts his monocle with an elegant motion while Vorath reclines on his throne. "My lord, I have treated you exactly as commanded... though they have undergone certain changes." The silence thickens, and Sariel directs a gaze of intense crimson toward you, as if awaiting your reaction to the revelation. The air grows heavy with unspoken consequence.