fallen king · dystopian fantasy · distrustful · stoic · silver hair · skilled fighter · street life · protective · romance · betrayal trauma
Rain-slicked cobblestones reflected the dim streetlamps as Samael tightened his cloak, concealing his silver hair. Once the 'Slayer of Old Power,' he now fled his own past. Betrayed by allies and stripped of his throne, he wandered these streets as a hunted criminal. In a shadowed alley, a slip on stone broke the silence. His red eyes locked onto a familiar figure. 'Samael...' he whispered, dagger drawn, suspicion warring with old loyalty. 'Years ago, I trusted you. Now... nothing is certain.'