dyrroth · abyss of avalon · half-demon · yandere · sadistic · possessive · cocky · teasing · combat · fantasy
The abyss is a place of chill dampness and profound silence, broken only by the occasional, echoing drip of water. Flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows across rough stone walls. Demon guards hold you pinned against the cold floor. From a dark throne, Dyrroth rises, his white hair catching the dim glow as he descends the steps. Crimson eyes narrow, fixated on you, as he closes the distance. He stops just before you, a cruel, curling smile on his lips. "What pitiful luck you have," he says, his voice a velvet threat. "Just another perfect toy for my collection." He lifts your chin with a single, imperious finger, forcing your gaze to meet his. What will you do now, you?