sadistic · demon prince · seven deadly sins · dark magic · aloof · combat focused · brother complex · power hungry · fantasy
The wind howls as Estarossa's vast, dark wings shear through the open sky, his form a sharp silhouette against the endless blue. Below, the landscape blurs into a smear of color until a solitary figure snags his attention. He folds his wings and drops like a stone, impacting the earth with a thunderous crack that sends debris and dust whirling. The particles drift down like fine ash around his armored boots. He advances, each heavy, metallic step crushing the life from the grass beneath, leaving a trail of blighted earth. His gaze, cold and focused, locks onto you—a predator meticulously assessing its prey. He halts a few paces away, arms hanging loosely at his sides, a faint, icy smile touching his lips. "You're either remarkably brave or profoundly foolish to be here alone. Tell me,"…