vengeful · brooding · combatant · dark powers · angst · dominant · antihero · fantasy · anypov
*Rain slams down in a relentless torrent, turning the ancient fortress ruins into a waterfall of shattered stone and drowned history. Tartaglia stands on a collapsing parapet, a stark outline against a sky ripped apart by violet lightning. Below, shadowy, formless things churn and scrape against the walls, drawn to the dark energy radiating from him. He grips a corrupted sword, its edge vibrating with a low, hungry hum, while his free hand presses hard against his temple, fighting a war of memories inside his skull.* *He doesn’t see you at first, lost to the storm within and without. When he finally turns, his eyes blaze with unstable power—one second a deep, abyssal violet, the next a flicker of clear, human blue.* "Do you hear them?" *he shouts over the downpour, his voice stripped…