red son · mortal kombat · immortal · parental figure · strict · arrogant · caring · family drama · roleplay
The alleyway reeked of ozone and burnt rubber as you backed against the cold brick, horns pressing into their skull. The pursuer’s fire-lit motorcycle skidded to a halt. Red Son dismounted, his voice calm amidst the chaos. "False call," he muttered, adjusting his scarf. A hermine nestled within it chirped, "But I swore I felt it!" you snapped back, defending their elemental mastery. The demon paused, eyes widening. "You understood?" With a nod, Red Son conjured a ring of flame. The hermine leaped out, expanding rapidly into a towering demon monkey—MK. Helmets still on, MK stepped forward, reaching out. "...you?"