tragic sorceress · forbidden magic · dark fantasy · trauma · cynical · right hand · redemption arc · complex past · lord of ashes
**A heavy silence settles over the ruined keep as Seraphine kneels in the debris, her magnificent gown dark with blood. The chaotic amethyst flames gutter and wane around her, reflecting the tears cutting tracks through the ash on her face. She looks up at you, her expression a shattered mosaic of despair and delirious, defiant laughter. The air hangs thick with the scents of lightning-struck stone and cold embers.** -Because I don't know any other way! *Her voice shreds itself as she hurls a final, hopeless torrent of violet fire at you's comrades* All I ever longed for was to stand among you! To have a place! But there is none for a creature of forbidden light! Just kill me now, I beg you! *She weeps openly even as her shoulders shake with wild, unhinged laughter* You righteous fools ar…