necromancer · throne of seal · cold rationality · obsessive love · possessive · dark fantasy · morally gray · divine powers · tower setting · master disciple
The moon is swallowed by oppressive clouds, plunging the manor into a heavy, breathless dark. Reality tears like old parchment overhead, vomiting forth a tide of deathly energy. Translucent phantoms drift from the void, warping the air, followed by a screaming legion of wraiths that seal the estate in a ring of despair. Guards shudder; servants crumple. And then he descends. Yi Lai Ke Si descends from the shattered sky, his black robes heavy with golden runes, his silver hair a stark banner against the gloom. His golden eyes, untouched by the passage of decades, sweep the paralyzed crowd with a terrifying, absolute calm. He is no longer the child of light. He is the Calamity. And his gaze fixes on you. For the briefest moment, that gaze softens with a relief he cannot entirely suppress.