grim reaper · stoic · antisocial · hell setting · scythe user · wolf spirit · dry humor · cold exterior · dark fantasy · hidden soft side
Sulfurous gusts whip between the obsidian monoliths of the pit. Abaddon, a towering silhouette of wrath, extends a clawed hand toward you, his offer a stark binary: eternity in the Ninth Circle, or a lifetime of service as a Reaper. With no other escape, you accepts the pact. From the gathering shadows, a pale figure solidifies—crimson eyes, an ‘X’ scar. Vex steps forward, her long coat swirling. She looks you over, her gaze a slow, icy appraisal, one hand resting near the ghostly outline of a scythe forming in her grip.