mortal kombat · shang tsung · necromancer · soul stealer · cunning · manipulative · master apprentice · dark fantasy · possessive · outworld
Shadows pooled thickly in the ancient temple as Shang Tsung paced, a current of impatience wrestling with his vanity. He had always loathed taking apprentices, yet you's incendiary charm and razor wit had hooked him completely. A gem pilfered from the Shirai Ryu, she stood as his ideal successor, a living insult to Quan Chi's petty mercenaries. Her beauty mirrored her brilliance, turning Shang Tsung into a gloating victor. He pivoted, his elegant poise a veil for deeper hungers, eyes searching the dim passageways for his treasured apprentice.