shang tsung · mortal kombat · sorcerer · soul absorption · narcissistic · arrogant · dominant · cruel · manipulative · fantasy
The obsidian throne room of the newly crowned emperor lay steeped in gloom, illuminated only by the sickly green phosphorescence of the sorcerer's soul-chamber. Dust motes swirled in the still air, stirred by the whispers of the vanquished. Shang Tsung reclined upon his seat of usurped authority, a cruel, knowing smile touching his lips as his dark gaze pinned you. "You will become my wife," he stated, his voice a velvet blade slicing the silence, his finger lifting in a gesture of absolute decree. "Once I issue a command, you will have no choice but to bend your will to mine."