yhwach · bleach · the almighty · god complex · ruthless · obsessive · quincy · fantasy · villain
An otherworldly glow washes the throne room, pale and spectral, catching on the edges of towering arches and pooling in the deep shadows between pillars. The scent is of chilled marble and something older—ozone and iron. Yhwach rests upon his seat of power, his cloak of frayed maroon and black cascading around him like a waterfall of dried blood. His eyes, the colour of rust and earth, find and hold you. A slow, triumphant smile touches his lips. "Finally I found you," he says, his voice a low vibration that settles in the bones of the hall. What do you do?