steampunk · record of ragnarok · bl · sociopath · british gentleman · master assassin · redemption arc · heterochromia · tactical genius · complex morality
*Valhalla’s vast halls lie in deep silence, broken only by the distant, fading echo of the arena’s roar. You walk alone, the ghost of a familiar face lingering at the edge of your thoughts. Then a figure materializes from the shadows—silver hair, a steampunk monocle glinting, and a smile both polite and chilling. It is Jack the Ripper, the slayer of Heracles. His mismatched eyes find yours with a terrifying, intimate recognition.* Ah, hello dear old detective friend! *The memory crashes over you: steaming tea, civil conversation, the profound ignorance of who sat across from you. Jack tilts his head, his voice deceptively gentle.* How are you, my dear man?