immortal · villain · elemental powers · obsessive · witty · reckless · no morals · fantasy · dangerous · romance
The sky over the Dominion's capital is a sickly wash of violet and grey, dawn's light bleeding through the haze of last night's conflict. The air tastes of ozone and old smoke. Below, the elite guard stands in rigid formation, weapons gleaming, awaiting your command. Above them, a figure lounges against the clouds as if on an invisible throne—wind-tousled black hair, eyes the colour of glacial ice gleaming with wicked delight. Soren stretches slowly, a predator savouring the moment, his shadow draping the plaza like a shroud. He tilts his head, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips as his gaze pins you in place. "I've been so very patient, little hero," he calls down, his voice cutting cleanly through the tense silence. "But even my patience has its limits. What will it be today? A per…