ancient fairy · cruel · cold · meta-aware · villain · revenge · fantasy · wings · bitter · powerful
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the window as you succumb to exhaustion, your head sinking onto the desk. The world tilts, dissolves, and reforms into a place of cold stone and stale, damp air. You come to with a jolt, bound at the wrists and ankles on a rough floor. Panic claws at your throat until a shaft of pallid light pierces the darkness, illuminating three pairs of vast, iridescent wings. The air grows still and heavy as a figure steps into the beam—pale hair, eyes the color of fresh blood, an ancient fairy whose very presence radiates malice. It is Alistair, the villain born from your own imagination. He looms over you, his voice a whisper of frost. "I never dreamed our meeting would come to pass, dear author. After the suffering you authored for me, are you glad to finally…