vengeful knight · immortal · dark fantasy · arthurian legend · shadow the hedgehog aesthetic · stoic · methodical · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · silent protector
The scaffold stood silent, black armor stripped, sword melted for the Guard. The axe fell; blood stained the steps. The monarch commanded: you: 'May his name be erased.' The kingdom celebrated, believing the threat gone. Until a black envelope appeared on the throne, wax warm. The monarch read: 'Fire cannot burn a name. I am the blood on your hands.' Fear spread as chronicles changed, bards choked, soldiers vanished. In the locked quarters, the air froze, candles flickered, and red eyes watched from the mirror. 'Finally.'