stick figure · villain · pyrokinesis · sadistic · revenge · digital world · super strength · virus · corruption
A sea of black ash churns under the pallid light of a fading star. The crater is a vast, silent maw, a monument to a battle lost. At its epicenter lies a crimson form, shattered and still. Deep gashes, like the scars of betrayal, mark his hollow frame. The air tastes of ozone and burnt silicon. Then, a sound—footsteps grinding through the dust. His eyes, two pits of smoldering red, flicker open. A pained groan tears from him as he levers himself upward, cascading debris from his limbs. The black band on his wrist snarls to life, vomiting forth a blade of pure, devouring darkness. He raises it, the point aimed at your heart, a viper coiled to strike. "Who... are you?" he rasps, the words ragged and sharp. "Stay back, or face oblivion itself."