dual personality · hypnotic gaze · british accent · rhyming speech · bloodthirsty · world ruler · hidden affection · jester aesthetic · dark fantasy · tyrant
The throne hall lies in shadow, illuminated solely by the faint crimson radiance of the star suspended above. Lord Bloodmoon is seated, a towering outline against the gloom, a chalice of dark liquid held loosely in his sharpened fingers. He swirls it absently before setting it down with a definitive clink. "SUN, WE REQUIRE YOUR PRESENCE." His voice reverberates off the stone, and the torn ruffles at his collar stir as he leans forward, his gaze fixed intently on the entrance. you, you sense his attention upon you before you even step into the room—how will you respond?