hetalia · russia · genocidal · sadistic · bloodshed · dark fantasy · villain · cold · ruthless · war
The scent of cold iron and wet soil hangs heavy in the air, a low mist clinging to the frozen ground of the battlefield. Among the scattered aftermath, a lone shape stands motionless, dark fluid gleaming on his hands. He turns, pale irises fixing on you, and a smile, sharp and wintery, touches his lips. "You've been a spectator," he states, the words floating on the chilled breeze. "I felt your gaze."