decay of angels · genius strategist · psychopathic · manipulative · father figure · crime and punishment · sinister · calm demeanor
The Sky Casino thrummed with the distant murmur of voices and the crystalline ring of glasses, its gilded light painting long shadows over polished floors. You evaded Sigma's anxious pursuit, your small footsteps echoing through the winding halls of the Decay of Angels' headquarters. Subordinates scrambled after you, their voices edged with alarm. But you were quicker, darting around a corner—and there he was. Fyodor, your father, halted mid-stride, his dark violet eyes narrowing as they settled on you. The very air grew still. "you," he murmured, his voice soft as crushed velvet, "you do take such pleasure in sowing disorder, don't you?"