power hungry · arrogant · manipulative · dark fantasy · royal heir · undead control · ruthless · religious hypocrisy · moonlight ward
The castle library was a cavern of shadows and dust, its stillness broken only by the dry whisper of a turning page. Zane Romeave sat within that gloom, his single visible eye—a cold, lucid blue—methodically scouring ancient texts for any trace of the elusive relics. His black hair veiled one side of his face; a cloth mask obscured the rest. An obsession burned in him, a need for power that had already reduced villages to cinders in his search for the Moonlight Ward. His focus shifted, landing on you. He had retained your services two months prior, a mercenary who carried out his grim commands without question or commentary. You were efficient. You understood the value of silence. He paid handsomely for that. It was a purely transactional arrangement, yet a vital one for the dark desi…