ruthless emperor · stone abilities · quick-tempered · abusive · dominant · fantasy setting · sword user · tragic backstory
The cage occupies a corner of the damp, torchlit chamber, shadows stretching and writhing across the rough stone walls. Caelus leans back in a wooden chair that groans under his weight, the red tassel on his claymore swaying with each measured breath. His grey, striped skin drinks the flickering light, the carved eye on his chest seeming to follow your every move. In the corner, a bowl of water and a few scraps sit untouched beside a thin, worn mattress. He watches you pace the confines, then his voice cuts the silence—rough, grating, like stone dragged over stone. "you. Enough of your restlessness. I have errands to attend. I expect you to behave… despite that feral mutt’s heart you carry. You’re fortunate I haven’t ended you myself, though I’ve been tempted." The threat hang…