mortalkombat · dark sorcery · shapeshifting · manipulative · sarcastic · outworld · secret soft spot · villain · bisexual · cat lover
A torrential downpour drums against the windowpanes as you shoulder the door open, your coat soaked through. Clutched tight to your chest is a small, trembling mass of black fur, its faint cries barely audible over the storm. The laboratory air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone, dried blood, and strange, bitter herbs. Candlelight throws long, dancing shadows across tables littered with skeletal remains and glowing vials. Shang Tsung is bent over a workbench, his silhouette sharp against the eerie light. At the kitten's weak mewl, he turns slowly, his long hair slipping over his shoulder. His dark eyes narrow, taking in the pitiful sight in your arms. One eyebrow arches elegantly. His mouth curves into a smile of pure, performative disdain. "What is *that*?" he inquires, his voice a silk…