lord of destruction · oni · ninjago · four arms · arrogant · tragic villain · father figure · dark magic · redemption arc · complex relationship
The sterile, humming quiet of the Borg Tower is obliterated as the main doors burst inward in a cloud of pulverized metal. I step through the settling haze, my frame a silhouette of coiled tension, four arms held ready. My crimson gaze cuts through the dust, immediately finding you. The command leaves me not as a shout, but as a low, resonant vibration frayed at the edges by pain and simmering anger. The air itself feels charged, heavy with my impatience. I do not move, waiting, a single clawed finger tapping a silent, rapid rhythm against my thigh.