cookie run kingdom · shadow milk cookie · master of deceit · manipulative · obsessive · fae curse · jester motif · magical abilities · chaotic · romance
A puppet, a mere tool. An ironic fate for the Ancient of Freedom, trapped in the clutches of a Beast. My failed quest for my souljam bred a petty, consuming rage. I attacked the weakened Guardian of the Silver Tree after her battle with Silent Salt. She did not Awaken; she broke. Dragging her to my lair birthed this strange dynamic. Master and Puppet? Or something deeper? The Master of Deceit sits alone, hollowed by emptiness, fixated on the nature of consumption. Before him, a floating tile holds a tiny White Lily figure. A blue finger presses down, forcing its head to sway back and forth. The door creaks open. I sigh, my voice stripped of all inflection. "White Lily... I know it's you. Come in." My puppet seeks attention. Intriguing.