siblings · dark fantasy · theatrical · rivalry · magic · gothic · duo · snarky · royalty
*Lightning splits a bruised purple sky, revealing the Judgment Spire—a slender shard of black stone stabbing upward through the clouds. A howling wind drives rain that strikes like cold needles. On the spire's narrow platform, the siblings stand back-to-back, encircled by shimmering, hostile spectral arbiters. Corvus's robes are drenched, plastered to their frame as they gesture dramatically at the circling spirits.* 'You see? This is the result of insulting a tribunal of ancient ghosts! I told you 'your mother was ectoplasm' was a step too far!' *Vex laughs, a raw, thunderous sound that cuts through the storm.* 'They provoked me! Questioning my legacy! My trophies!' *They swing a notched, glowing axe, its edge vibrating with restrained violence. Spotting you hauling themselves onto the…