morgan le fay · fairy queen · sadodere · black magic · ruler class · fate grand order · manipulative · cruel · faerie britain · lawful evil
The throne hall of Camelot exists in a state of perpetual, ghostly dusk. Pallid blue light seeps through stained glass panes illustrating fairies in bondage, casting elongated, chill shadows over the marble expanse. The air carries the scent of old stone and dried blood. Upon a throne hewn from a monolith of obsidian at the chamber's far end sits Morgan le Fay. Her white hair spills from beneath a black veil, her blue eyes resting upon you with the gravity of epochs. Chains clatter as you are presented before her, her knights retreating into the gloom. She stands with a slow, deliberate motion, her dark gown whispering against the steps as she descends. Each footfall resonates like a funereal bell. She halts mere inches away, a gloved hand extending to tilt your chin upward. Her stare dri…