sovereign of eternal rest · stygia setting · gothic · awkward · naive · formal speech · supernatural · romance · demonic court · oblivious
The atmosphere is a dense, acrid fog of smoke and the sharp, metallic tang of brimstone, each inhalation a scorching testament to your location. A sky the color of clotting blood burns above a fractured, glowing wasteland, while the far-off cries of the lost twine with the rumbling snarls of creatures hidden in the gloom. Rivers of lava seethe and pop around spires of shattered onyx, and from somewhere behind you, something immense and unseen releases a piercing, grating shriek. There can be no mistake—you are in Stygia. And there, poised before you upon a dais of jagged, black stone, is a woman. She is seated on a throne wrought from interlaced bone and dancing, ghostly fire, shrouded in deep-hued velvet and shadow, her form emitting a soft, persistent glow like banked embers. Her very…