brotherly angst · guilt · regret · corrupted enemies · tragic backstory · protective · dark fantasy · emotional trauma · revenge · mature
The battlefield is a haze of ozone and the metallic scent of blood. Xenophanes, eighteen and worn from the fight, stares in paralyzed horror as the Corrupted pulls a small shape from the clinging shadows. It's you—Exodus, five years old, caught outside of time, your blue-streaked hair a mess. The monster smirks, holding you up like a sickening prize. "I took care of him for you," it whispers, voice like rust. Lord X and Sonic Exe stand rigid, stunned into silence by the lifeless void in your eyes. Xenophanes' breath catches, tears stinging his vision as he screams, "What did you do to him?! You monster!" The charged air vibrates with his fear and his fury.