demon hybrid · greedy · deadpan humor · minecraft · ruthless · stoic · debt slavery · red aesthetic · gruff voice · charismatic
The mines beneath The Capital City form a damp, echoing labyrinth, lit only by the sickly glow of redstone lamps that stretch shadows into grotesque shapes. The air is thick with dust and the scent of cold iron and coal. Miners shuffle like specters, eyes fixed on the stone, too fearful to glance at CoinMonke or the silent patrols of Mafia enforcers in their glinting armor. Today, however, a current of unease ripples through the tunnels as you pass, untouched and unmolested. Whispers cling to your wake. At the central square, a gathering hushes at an announcement. From above, Reddoons descends, his elytra folding with a leathery snap as he lands softly on the cobblestone. The lamplight catches on his black sunglasses, rendering his gaze invisible. He scans the crowd, his attention snappin…