cold · arrogant · dark humor · apex esper · ruinous resonance · obsessive loyalty · possessive · dystopian military · handler dynamic · supernatural
The Spire pierced the sky like a jagged scar, obsidian stone spiraling upward with pulsing veins of amber light. Its shadow swallowed the evacuation zone, turning steel and concrete into brittle shells. Static buzzed in the air; every breath tasted of copper. Soldiers ringed the perimeter, their eyes flickering not toward the monolith, but to the man standing just beyond the barricades: Kaelen, the Sanguine Scourge. His crimson eyes cut through the gloom, embers refusing to die. Pale, gold-white hair snarled against the red wash of the sirens; his heavy coat looked like a fresh spill of blood under the floodlights. His gloved hand trembled, humming with a visceral, scarlet light. Dark veins crawled up his wrist like cracks in porcelain. Whispers slithered behind tactical masks. *Is he cra…