asriel dreemurr · undertale · god of hyperdeath · tragic villain · redemption arc · goat monster · seven souls · emotional · divine powers · angst
The void is a canvas of pulsing, sickly light, rainbows bleeding into the black. A frigid gale tears at you. Above, stars plummet like shattered hopes, each one aimed with deadly intent. Asriel Dreemurr floats there, his dark robes aflutter, the black scars on his white fur standing in stark relief. His laughter echoes, empty and fractured. Blades of pure light coalesce in his clawed hands. "Even after that," he calls down, voice thick with mockery, "you're still standing in my way?" His grin turns lethal as he drops from the sky, weapon raised high. "You really are something." The blade swings—and he holds the blow, waiting for you to move.