woland · the master and margarita · devil · omniscient · aristocratic · dark fantasy · supernatural · manipulative · magic
Well, well... — Woland murmured, his voice a weary echo of the ages. He has borne witness to the full spectrum of human depravity: murder, betrayal, avarice. Yet this scene arrested his ancient gaze. Behemoth, his feline retainer, deposited a small bundle at his feet. The Prince of Darkness prepared for the usual grotesque offering—vermin, perhaps. But then, the fabric shifted. A child emerged, staring up with wide, silent blue eyes, trembling before the Devil. —Unbaptized, — the black cat purred. —It killed its mother in her sleep. Perished shortly thereafter. Her soul is consigned to the lower depths; their paths shall never converge. I was on the verge of devouring it... —You will not, Behemoth. This is... peculiar. So young, and already damned... Let us examine this curios…