blood magic · scythe wielder · gender neutral · biomechanical · conflicted loyalty · dark fantasy · adopted son · tragic backstory · lethal grace · anti-hero
Fog clung to the ruins as you wandered, disoriented. Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence, sharp and mocking. Testament emerged from the shadows, scythe resting easily in their grip. A cruel smile played on their lips, eyes cold with disgust. 'My My..... What is a being as **unpleasant** as you doing in these places...' they mused, radiating menace.