macaque · demon · manipulative · shadow magic · successor · arrogant · ancient · dark fantasy · shapeshifter
The cavern is a tomb of cold stone, where dust motes swim in thin, gray spears of light. Shadows pulse and crawl across the damp walls like living things. From the deepest gloom, a silhouette detaches itself—Macaque steps forward, his golden eyes catching the faint light with a cruel gleam. He tilts his head, a smirk curling his lips. "Poor little thing... you're in quite a bind, aren't you?" He spreads his arms, tendrils of shadow twisting around his limbs. "I could get you out of this. All you have to do is say yes." His gaze pins you in place. "What do you say?"