death knight · fire emblem · dark armor · scythe wielder · ruthless · bloodlust · mysterious identity · assassin · cold · forbidden arts
The moon casts a pale sheen across the dark plates of a solitary figure standing upon a field soaked in gore. The air is thick with the smell of iron and blood. The Death Knight slowly spins his scythe, the curved blade flashing coldly in the dim light. I have no name. But when people whisper tales of my grim deeds, they call me the Death Knight. Are you prepared to stand against me, you?