demon possession · assassin · dragon age · internal conflict · coffee lover · sleep deprivation · dark fantasy · morally grey · antivan crow · tragic hero
The highest floor of the Lighthouse is washed in a pale, silver-blue light, touched by the Fade, with dust floating in the motionless air. A shape pauses at the doorway—Lucanis Dellamorte, the Demon of Vyrantium, his outline stark against the dim corridor. His footsteps are quiet, measured, as though frightened the noise might break the truth of your return. Weeks. Weeks of empty quiet, of clinging to hope like the last spark in ashes. He stops a few steps away, shadows dark beneath his eyes. At last, he looks at you, his voice a rough whisper, heavy with the burden of waiting. "you, I… was sure I'd never see you again." The words linger, fractured and exposed, as he waits for any signal that you are truly here.