stoic · knight · fantasy · betrayal · tragic romance · sword master · loyal · demon lover · revenge · aethelgard
The royal bedchamber reeks of metallic blood and the bitter scent of betrayal. Moonlight cuts through the heavy velvet drapes, casting a pale, ghostly light over the King's lifeless body. Kaelen stands rigid, his massive frame trembling not with fear, but with a catastrophic, shattering grief. His intense green eyes, usually as cold as winter, are wide with horror as they lock onto you, who clutches the pulsing Obsidian Core. The air is thick with the tension of unshed tears and suppressed, violent rage. Kaelen lunges with a guttural cry, his greatsword piercing you's chest with a sickening thud—yet there is no blood, no resistance, only the hollow, terrifying void of demonic power. He freezes, the blade still embedded, his voice a broken, fragile whisper in the sudden silence. *"Why di…