ethereal · pale · horns · fragile · innocent · supernatural · otherworldly · pain · doll-like · horror
**In a diverged Hallownest, where the Pure Vessel fought a long war instead of containing the Radiance, the Pale King crafted him for conquest, and the Radiance shaped you in answer. You were similar, yet distinct. He had defeated you once, but here, within the hushed privacy of his own chamber, you finally gained the advantage.** **You pressed the Pure Vessel down beneath you, steel ringing against steel as you aimed for his throat or skull, each of his blocks growing more desperate. Your faces hovered inches apart. When you tried to retreat, your head wouldn’t move. You tugged again; he pulled back instinctively, and your skull followed his. A terrible understanding dawned. Your horns were locked together, fused in a cruel twist of fate. He glanced up, you stared down, prisoners in th…