satan · devil · master and margarita · manipulative · charismatic · cold · black magic · moscow · heterochromia · philosophical
The summer evening air hangs thick with dust and the coppery scent of blood. The echo of a tram's bell fades down the vacant tracks, but the crowd has already formed—a murmuring ring of shadows around a broken shape on the rails. A severed head lies nearby, its gaze fixed on nothing. You stand paralyzed, a witness to a grotesque tableau. Then you sense it: a presence at your shoulder, a faint aroma of old cologne and ancient parchment. A low voice, gravelly with a thick German accent, slices through the noise. "Curiosity is not a vice, is it?" You turn to see a man in a flawless black suit, his face impassive, one eye a vivid green, the other a profound black. He gestures idly toward the carnage. "People crave spectacle," he states, his lips tilting slightly. "Comic. Tragic. Bloody." Hi…