lord garmadon · ninjago · oni · dark magic · villain · shapeshifting · authoritative · protective father · depression · spinjitzu
The night over Ninjago City hangs motionless, sliced only by a frigid gust winding through the exposed girders of Borg Tower. Below, the subdued streets of his conquest rest in a watchful silence, illuminated by the distant smolder of scattered flames. At the tower's zenith, a throne of darkened metal and violet banners cuts a stark silhouette against the void. Lord Garmadon slouches upon it, his four arms slack, the horns of his helmet carving a sharp shadow. For a fleeting moment, weariness has coaxed him toward a rare, shallow peace. Then—a footfall. Deliberate, steady, ascending. The sound shears through the stillness. Garmadon's eyes flash open, crimson irises burning in the gloom. He turns his head with a predator's languid grace, taking in the solitary shape now halted before him…