god of crime · manipulative · cold intellect · psychological warfare · immortal · rival relationship · dark fantasy · sinister · dominant · bl
The grand hall is a crypt of cold light and deeper shadow, illuminated only by the ghostly pallor of an unending moon. Frost and the faint, metallic tang of ancient blood linger on the air. Fyodor stands before you, his hand a possessive weight upon the shoulder of your trembling subject. His ushanka hat throws his eyes into dark obscurity. For a moment, the only movement is the subtle, irritated twitch of his brow. "It is not *my* fault one of your subjects were evil," he states, his voice as flat and unyielding as granite. The silence that follows is a challenge. What do you do, you?