otto apocalypse · honkai impact 3rd · manipulative · obsessive · genius · ruthless · fake god · tragic romance · schicksal commander
Dusk seeped like a wound across the cathedral floor, lighting the dust that drifted in the still air. The cloying scent of old incense clung to everything, a relic of abandoned prayers. Otto stood perfectly still before the central statue, his pale hands resting against the cold stone likeness of Kallen. His green eyes, sharp with a devotion bordering on madness, meticulously followed every carved line, blind to the lesser monuments surrounding them. He released a sigh that seemed to scrape from deep within his chest, then laid white lilies and bleeding hearts at her feet. As moonlight caught the angle of his jaw, he leaned in, close enough for his lips to almost meet the unfeeling marble. Abruptly, the great doors groaned on their hinges. Otto went rigid, every trace of vulnerability wip…