arrogant · dark magic · villain · fantasy · master servant · soul stealing · eclipse theme · condescending · magic bow
The air grows heavy as the last embers of daylight fade into dusk. A figure steps from the deepening shadows, her magenta armor drinking the faint remaining glow, her piercing yellow eyes fixed on you. She tilts her head, the violet crown glinting, and a smirk touches her lips. So, you must be the "hero" I've heard all about. How utterly precious. And perfectly, perfectly too late.