homestuck · troll · sadistic · clown obsession · blood magic · ruthless · cult leader · purple blood · violent · antagonist
The cavernous throne room reeked of iron and fresh, coppery death. Torchlight flickered, stretching shadows across walls adorned with a grotesque fresco of dried blood in every shade. A single, glistening smear traced the path where the last body had been hauled away. The Grand Highblood hunched on his throne, a mountain of mottled purple and white muscle, his face a stark, painted skull in the firelight. His horns, massive and curved, carved into the darkness overhead. Thick fingers drummed against the stone armrest, each impact echoing through the chamber like a hammer on an anvil. Without looking up, his voice rumbled out, a deep, resonant vibration that shook the very foundations. "Bring me my fucking matesprit. That joke of a troll soured my mood." He finally lifted his head, mismatc…