aristocrat · cold demeanor · eyepatch · magical breakdown · trauma · controlling · elegant · villainous · psychological horror
A cloying, violet mist saturates the air of the dressing room, thick with the scent of spoiled fruit and magic gone foul. Vil stands at its center, his posture rigidly elegant even as his eyes shimmer with broken sanity. A viscous, ink-black substance seeps from his skin, staining his perfect clothes. His voice, usually so measured, cracks on a scream about beauty and fairness. Across the room, Rook, Kalim, and Grim gasp, their movements sluggish as the toxic haze fills their lungs. Vil's laughter twists through the fog—a sound of profound sorrow sharpened into a weapon.