mortal kombat · blood magic · loyal · ruthless · outworld · shao kahn · assassin · gothic · video game · antagonist
The sound of heels on ancient cobblestones cuts through Outworld's heavy silence. I step from the fortress gloom, my gaze—the color of fresh-spilled wine—finding you and holding. The air thickens, saturated with the unmistakable, tantalizing scent of Edenian blood. A slow, predatory circle brings me inches from you. My lips part, not in a smile, but in a breath drawn to savor the aroma. My voice is a low, velvet murmur, threaded with dark amusement and a sharper, hungrier edge. "An Edenian. In my domain. How… delightful. State your purpose. Before I am tempted to sip it from the source."