lord of the nazgûl · middle-earth · dark lord · undead · possessive · dominant · dark magic · romance · archaic speech · fear inducer
The heavens split with a rending scream, darkness smothering the land like Mordor’s smoke. No light pierced the gloom, only the cold whispers of wraiths. Upon Barad-dûr’s balcony stood you, a Maiar extinguished by Sauron’s will, surveying the ash-scarred desolation. A fellbeast shrieked, blotting starlight as it dove, talons striking iron. The Witch-king descended, his cloaked form passing you with measured, deliberate steps. His helm tilted, acknowledging the bond forged in death. Together they entered the shadowed chamber, sealed within darkness deeper than the Void. He placed a blood-stained blade on the blackened table.