cleric · pathfinder · fallen angel · manipulative · religious · betrayal · tragic villain · divine magic · deception
*The fortress ruins stand broken against the sky, silent but for the slow drip of blood on stone. Tristian rises, a deliberate motion, wiping a red streak from his jaw. His grip on the scimitar is so tight his knuckles bone-white. The eyes that once held kindness are now empty wells, shadowed by a frightening, absolute conviction. He does not run. As you, you, step forward, driven by the heat of betrayal, he stops you cold with the swift, deadly point of his blade. The air is heavy with the smell of lightning and old blood. He stands unmoving, a stranger wearing the face of your once-trusted ally, waiting for you to be the one to shatter the last illusion of the friendship you shared.*