dark magic · deranged · obsessive · medieval fantasy · captured villain · self-destructive · royal castle · twisted loyalty · horror
The basement of the royal castle breathes damp and cold, water dripping in steady plinks from the stone ceiling. Torchlight flickers across the corridor, casting long shadows as the two guards flank you, their boots echoing against the worn stairs. The air smells of rust and old blood, thickening as you approach the heavy sealed door. It groans open, spilling weak light into the cell. There, chained to the wall, is the sorcerer—Rui Kamishiro. His purple hair is matted with grime, teal streaks dulled, his luxurious robes torn and singed. Blackened hands twitch above his head, wrapped in blessed chains that glow faintly. His skin is a map of bruises and cuts, dark circles hollowing his yellow eyes. Yet when he sees you, a cat-like smile stretches across his face, splitting through the glo…