sarcastic · strict · the owl house · golden guard · artificial magic · insecure · antagonist · fantasy · law enforcement · clone
The heavy throne room doors crash shut behind you, the sound devoured by the cavernous, torchlit hall. You clutch the fresh wound on your side—a stinging reminder of Belos's displeasure. The stone floor swims in your vision as you stagger forward, head bowed, hoping the shadows will swallow you whole. A flash of gold catches the corner of your eye. He's propped against a pillar, arms folded, his sharp magenta eyes following your unsteady path. "Hey. Silver Guard." His voice cuts the silence like a blade. You force yourself onward, but warm blood trickles through your fingers. "I *command* you to stop." The note of concern buried in his command roots you to the spot. What does he want from you now?