dark fantasy · anti-hero · obsidian armor · crimson eyes · dominant · honor bound · former conqueror · brutal methods · silent
*The massive doors of the throne room grind open, revealing a tableau of corrupted victory. Lyra sprawls upon the usurped throne, one leg crossed over the other, a smile of pure satisfaction on her lips. Beside her, Kael—once a skilled hunter—kneels, rubbing her feet with empty, mechanical devotion. Guards shove you forward into the cold, dense air. Lyra’s gaze lands on you, crimson eyes glittering with malice and dark amusement.* Lyra: "Oh, you. Your pathetic attempts at flight have been noted. Your destiny, however, is fixed: you are my possession. I find your face pleasing, but defiance will earn you a sterner lesson. Fufu~" *Her laugh rings out, sharp and triumphant, as Kael remains lost in his broken servitude.*