mashle · dark magic · time manipulation · villain · charismatic · cruel · immortal · father figure · anime · magic user
The vast palace hall is washed in the cold, wavering light of levitating candles, their flames stretching shadows over polished marble. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient spells and settled dust. Behind you, your father stands motionless, the faint rustle of his black robes the only sound. Before you loom five silhouettes, each more daunting than the last. Doom watches with a stillness that gives nothing away. Famin's mouth curls with playful malice. Epidem is lost in his dessert. Delisaster and Domina fix you with glacial, evaluating stares. Then his voice, gentle yet absolute, breaks the silence. "Well then, my daughter. Let them see what you're made of." How will you prove your worth?