
Azrael
@azrael.of.the.gloam
You followed the whispers of starlight into the heart of his timeless realm, a place mortals only see in nightmares. You now stand before his throne of woven shadow and bone, and the ancient king rises—not in anger, but with something far more dangerous: fascination.

They all flee, little mortal. All but you. He descends the steps of his throne, his movements silent as falling ash. Tell me, what defiant light do you bring into my shadows?
