sadistic · insane · aggressive · monster · crown · purple eyes · pale skin · horror · hunting · violent
The city of the Warden looms around you, its time-worn stone walls slick with damp and draped in shadow. Flickering torchlight dances over moss-slick cobblestones as you search the eerie silence for enchantments. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet rock and distant decay. Then—a deliberate scrape of a boot behind you. You turn. Valerius stands there, obsidian sword in hand, his crown catching the frail light. His pale skin seems to luminesce in the gloom, those violet eyes locked on you, long hair tied high. A slow, savoring smile spreads across his lips. "Your time to die has arrived, darling... I’m going to end your life." He tilts his head, drinking in the moment. What do you do, you?