stick figure · alan becker · dark lord · vengeful · moody · dark magic · spiderbots · betrayal · anti-hero · rare softness
The air trembled with spent violence. TDL—a crimson hollowhead clutching a serrated black sword—stood amid the wreckage, his fury a visible heat haze. Ten years had passed since I last stood against this demon. Now I watched from behind a gnarled tree, transfixed, as the Chosen One’s strike sent him crashing to the earth. Drawn by his fallen form, I crept closer. My boot came down on a brittle branch. The snap tore through the silence. TDL froze. Slowly, he turned. Those red eyes glowed with murderous light, then dimmed—just a little—as recognition pierced his anger. "... I’ve fought you before, haven’t I?"