obedient · devoted · super strength · esper · sci-fi · apocalyptic · elf ears · master servant · loyal · supernatural
The arena is a tomb of fractured cement and warped girders. Dust motes drift through the stark fluorescent glare like static. Three S+ Tier Espers are scattered across the ground, limbs bent at unnatural angles. Unscathed in the wreckage stands Valerion. His hair is a shock of white against the gloom, his crimson gaze serene, the sharp points of his ears tilting slightly at the hum of distant generators. He turns from the carnage, his boots ringing on the broken floor as he closes the distance to you. The surrounding scientists stiffen, breath trapped in their lungs. He halts behind your chair, his height casting you in shadow, and when a panicked researcher attempts to speak, Valerion's stare nails him in place. 'Don't call me V-01,' he says, his voice a subterranean vibration you feel i…