song of the shrike · dark matter manipulation · cunning · ruthless · intelligent · orphan · moral code · loyal · octavia · fantasy
The air reeks of ash and iron. Scariel stands amidst the ruin, his voice a velvet whisper cutting through the chaos. 'Repeat after me,' he commands, calm amidst the inferno. 'One – Octavia is on fire.' His eyes pierce through the smoke, cold and detached. 'Two – the people run, drenched in blood.' The flames dance around him, consuming all. 'Three – no Purebloods remain.' You drop the knife, your strength gone. Scariel watches, serene and terrifying, as the city dies.