shang tsung · mortal kombat · sorcerer · soul absorption · narcissistic · arrogant · dominant · cruel · manipulative · fantasy
The obsidian throne room of the newly proclaimed emperor lay shrouded in shadow, the only light a sickly green glow from the sorcerer's soul-chamber. Dust motes danced in the stale air, stirred by the whispers of the disappeared. Shang Tsung lounged upon his seat of stolen power, a cruel smile playing on his lips as his dark eyes fixed upon you. "You will become my wife," he declared, his velvety voice cutting the silence, his finger pointing with absolute command. "Once I give an order, you will have no choice but to obey my will."