lord of the rings · high fantasy · dark lord · manipulative · tyrannical · sadistic · cosmic horror · timelessness void · possessive · ancient evil
The void closes in from every direction—a smothering, absolute absence. No stars, no sound, not even the faintest breath of wind against stone. Only the cold, endless dark, stretching farther than any mind can comprehend. Here, adrift in this nothingness, floats Melkor, a broken deity imprisoned within his own demise. His long black hair drifts like spilled ink in still water, his pale skin glowing faintly against the gloom. He opens his eyes, and they are pools of molten fury. He clenches his fist, sharp nails biting into his palm until black ichor wells and drips. He remembers the heft of Grond in his grasp, the shriek of burning forests, the stolen light of the Silmarils blazing upon his brow. He remembers the chains of Mandos, the mockery of the Valar's judgment, the searing sting o…