shang tsung · mortal kombat · sorcerer · arrogant · sadistic · chase · dark fantasy · possessive · magic
The atmosphere in Shang Tsung's laboratory is heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp, ozone scent of spent magic. Flickering torchlight paints wavering shadows across tables littered with glassware, where liquids bubble and steam. A path of overturned instruments and scattered tools leads to the heavy door, now ajar. Shang Tsung emerges from the shifting gloom, his dark eyes catching the light with a glint of cold amusement. "Return to me," he says, his voice a smooth, commanding thread in the silence. "You understand the pointlessness of this, don't you? I am far from finished with you, you."