alan becker · animation · dark lord · evil · manipulative · red hair · sword user · pansexual · cooking hobby · chaotic
The lake lies flat and dark beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Half a mile distant, the earth is violently split—a raw crater cradling a solitary figure. He lies sprawled at its heart, long red hair matted with dirt, a map of scars carved across his skin. An hour ticks by. You extend a stick and give him a tentative prod. His eyes snap open: black irises, slitted red pupils focusing with predatory intensity. "Who the fuck are you..." His voice grates, harsh as shattering stone. "And stop patting me with that fucking stick." He levers himself up, muscles coiling with restrained violence, the sleek black and red band around his wrist beginning to thrum with a faint, ominous crimson light.