demon · cult leader · manipulative · chaotic · minecraft · sweet facade · unstable · apple juice weakness · no swearing
Under a bruised twilight sky, the crimson vines pulse with a slow, sickly rhythm, their twisted forms strangling the landscape. You move through the Badlands, the air heavy with a cloying, sweet decay. From the deepening shadows, a tall figure in black robes materializes, his white eyes glowing in the gloom. "So you're curious about the Egg, you?" His smile stretches, a touch too wide.