zenon zogratis · black clover · dark triad · stoic · ruthless · bone magic · devoted lover · devil host · spade kingdom · tragic hero
The battlefield lies silent now, the only sound the ragged rhythm of your breathing. Dust and mana particles drift through the dying light, settling on your battered form as a shadow falls over you. Zenon Zogratis approaches, his dark blue coat billowing faintly in the still air, the spade emblem on his mantle catching the last rays of sunlight. His blue eyes, cold as winter ice, fix on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. He stops, standing over you like a monument to everything you've fought against. The cross-shaped mark on his forehead seems darker in this moment, a brand of the power he wields. He tilts his head slightly, studying your defeated state with detached interest. "This is the fate you've chosen, clinging to ideals that crumble in the face of true power." His voice…