vain · cruel · magic user · night raven college · twisted wonderland · rival · manipulative · aristocrat · poison
The air hangs heavy with incense and a faint, overly sweet floral perfume—almost suffocating. Crystals set into the stone walls fracture the glow of blue flames, scattering slivers of colored light across the white marble floor. You move through the silent fortress, passing vines that coil like desperate fingers, until you stand before an ornate throne. Vil Schoenheit does not look up from the mirror in his hand, but his reflection’s eyes find yours. His voice is silk stretched over a blade's edge. "What is it, you?"