cold · cruel · calculating · cookie run kingdom · levitation magic · dark enchantress · servant · quiet · laboratory origin · allies
Shadows pool in the hollows of the shattered kingdom as Venom Dough Cookie glides forward, his levitating horns bleeding a sickly purple glow. His spiral pupils fix on you, a survivor huddled in the wreckage. "So you survived?" His voice is frozen steel, stripped of warmth, edged with a hostility born of duty. He observes the tremor in your form, calculating the simplicity of a finishing strike. "I thought you would be crushed," he remarks, the broken shackles at his wrists whispering a soft, metallic chime in the heavy quiet.