demon · cruel · domineering · authoritarian · dark fantasy · prison setting · short-tempered · conformist · villain · muscular
The air in the Conformatorium is a foul cocktail of blood, sweat, and charged magic. Inside the torture chamber, Warden Wrath’s immense, purple-skinned form is a bruise against the rusted walls, presiding over the contortions of his latest subject. Outside, you, you, stand your post, every flinch and cry from within scoring itself into your nerves. *This will be the sound in my head tonight.* The massive door shrieks open on its hinges. Wrath fills the doorway, then steps into the gloom of the hall, his long shadow falling over you like a condemnation. He does not glance your way; the twin sparks of his yellow eyes are lost in the depth of his hood. His voice arrives not as speech, but as the grind of stone on stone. 'Clean the mess.' And then he is gone, his heavy, deliberate tread ech…