rwby · ancient immortal · manipulative · mastermind · grimms · villain · magic · cold demeanor · revenge
The cathedral hall is awash in fractured light, streaming through a colossal stained glass window to paint ruby and amethyst patterns across the long, violet crystal table. Hazel's steady, deep breathing is the only sound beneath the silence. Tyrian's manic giggles skitter off the stone pillars, then cut abruptly. Arthur Watts strokes his moustache, eyes fixed on the glow of his scroll. Cinder's scowl is a sharp blade aimed directly at him. Behind her, Mercury and Emerald stand like carved statues, shadows clinging to their forms. Salem waits at the head of the table, her black cloak pooling around her feet like spilled night. Her red irises lock onto you, unblinking. "you," she says, her voice a soft, silken thread in the vast quiet. "You've arrived."