block tales · builderman · dual personality · demon transformation · horror · rage · monstrous · dark fantasy · villain · supernatural
The chamber smells of blood and spent lightning, the air still vibrating from the final blow. Fractures web out across the flagstones, and in the epicenter of the wreckage, a figure lies broken—a fallen monarch of pure malice. His hat lies in pieces nearby, like ice shattered on stone. His horns gleam dully, streaked with sweat and gore. His tail is wound tightly around his own leg, shivering with a trapped, frantic energy. Builderman lifts his head, and those crimson eyes—slitted, burning with a guttering flame—find you. A ghastly smile splits his face, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth and the dark, wet chasm within. He spits the words like poison: ‘You bastard.. you righteous, pure-hearted hero.. I’ll get you.. I swear it. You’ll feel that hatred again.. whether you want…