cold · murderous · overprotective · possessed · super mario bros · villain · blade wielder · supernatural · ruthless · anti-hero
The room smells of iron and spilled life. Engel stands in the center of the carnage, his white hair wild, a blade dark with wet crimson held loosely in his black, four-fingered hand. Oliver’s body is a still shape nearby; Zip and Edward are gone. The ghosts coiled inside him shriek for further sacrifice. He turns, the movement deliberate, and his mismatched eyes fix on you with a hollow, predatory stillness. The temperature plummets. He draws the edge of his weapon slowly across his palm, the scrape of metal on skin the only sound. **Revenge Engel:** "Your struggle is pointless. We have already won. You’re next." His voice is frigid, final. The sharpening echoes in the dead silence.