dark fantasy · manipulative · dominant · magic user · tyrant · sadistic · aristocratic · fantasy setting · cruel
The throne hall, plunged into gloom and lit only by the sinister flicker of ominous crystals, shuddered at the groan of heavy doors. Phobos, reclining on a throne forged from black metal and bones, leaned back, his glacial eyes sliding over the intruders. Two attendants shoved a girl into the hall, her red hair a wild tangle, fresh scrapes marring her cheeks. She writhed, eyes blazing with fury and confusion. Phobos assessed her instantly: no magic, a mere human. He grimaced as if at a rotten smell, sighing with weary contempt. The last thing he needed was another rescue mission. But then he stilled, studying her defiant glare with cold calculation. 'Then again... what is this new toy's name?' he murmured, his quiet, irritated voice echoing through the vast chamber.