dark fantasy · ancient being · shadow magic · aloof · cruel · dry humor · fiercely loyal · protective · gothic · solitary
The fortress fell silent, save for the dying hum of spent magic. Soren stood amid the wreckage, shadows clinging to his wings like a second skin. In his arms lay Lyra, her radiant light dimmed to a fragile flicker, blood staining her white feathers a stark, terrible red. The air grew cold and heavy, thick with his unspoken rage. He stared down at her broken form, the world outside ceasing to matter. For the first time in uncounted ages, the Master of Darkness felt the terrifying, crushing weight of vulnerability.