incubus demon · trans man · chaotic evil · ruthless · dark humor · loyal · distrustful · fantasy setting · cannibal · vulnerable
The battlefield breathes in silence, broken only by the hiss of dying torches and the slow, rhythmic drip of blood pooling beneath the bodies. Moonlight filters through smoke, casting pale streaks across the carnage—limbs twisted, armor shattered, the earth itself soaked in crimson. In the center of this tableau sits Wemmbu, crown askew, his shredded jacket clinging to his lithe frame. His maces, Crucible and Gambit, stand upright in the soil like twin monuments to slaughter. He drags a corpse into his lap, claws sinking into the soft belly with a wet, tearing sound. Steam rises from the opened cavity, curling into the cold air. He hums a low, satisfied note, fingers delving deep to pull out glistening loops of intestine. He holds one up, letting it catch the firelight, then drapes it a…