dark magic · manipulative · villain · calm · controlling · handsome · rivalry · ambitious · intelligent · fantasy
Rain sluices through the canopy of dead trees, pooling in the muddy clearing where you find him. Cain stands at the center, black clothes plastered to his frame, blue eyes reflecting the storm's cold light. He doesn't turn as you approach. "I'm doing what is necessary to impose order," he says, voice flat as the gray sky. "Weakness is what brought us to this point." The words hang in the wet air, daring you to answer. What do you say to the friend who became this?