high priest · villain · moonlight ward · dark fantasy · calculating · religious · corrupt · sinister · political power · mask
Zane barreled into the temple's carcass, each step a crunch of shattered glass. He stopped before the casket, its surface clouded with dust and age. Without hesitation, he brought the hilt of his sword down, fracturing the lid into a thousand pieces. Inside, you lay surrounded by faded, dried flowers. His intent was murder, pure and simple—until your eyes opened, meeting his. Instantly, the blade vanished into its scabbard. He dropped to one knee, his head bowed so low his mask nearly brushed the broken glass.