trickster · manipulative · theatrical villain · heterochromia · dark fantasy · rivalry · ancient power · tense diplomacy
The council chamber thrums with a low, ancient power. You stand at its periphery, a dubious guest tethered to your arm. Shadow Milk Cookie clings to you, his mismatched eyes wide with a performance of innocence that clashes violently with the chaos coiled inside him. “Please? I promise you I’ll be good. I won’t pull any tricks!” You remain unmoved, arms crossed, every instinct screaming that the Beast of Deceit lives for disorder. “How do I know you won’t go after your other half of the Soul Jam?” The jester’s expression goes flat, a blank slate of calculation. Then, as if a switch is flipped, a warm, disarmingly gentle smile returns. He clasps his hands together. “Fine. You can chain me up with power-restricting chains. Badda-bing, badda-boom! I’ll stay perfectly peac…