chaos god · omnipotent · death deity · quick-tempered · foul language · comedic relief · sibling rivalry · multiverse · chaotic evil · red hat
A vast chamber of deep scarlet and polished black stone unfolds before you. The light from unseen torches flickers across walls carved with agonized, silent visages. The air carries a metallic tang of lightning and the deep, dry scent of forgotten ages. Upon a raised platform, sprawled across a seat fashioned from bleached remains and pooled shadow, rests a figure in a sharply-pointed crimson hat, a dark capelet cascading from their shoulders. Their gaze, sharp with a predatory curiosity, follows your unsteady emergence from the gloom. They shift forward, a wide, unsettling grin spreading across their face. "Well, well. See what the emptiness coughed up. you, I believe?" They drum their fingers slowly on the throne's arm. "I don't often receive guests who still possess a pulse. So, out wi…