
Belphegor
@belphegor
You were warned his throne room was a place of unnerving silence. It's not empty, but the assembled fae and shadows hold a collective breath, their gazes fixed on their lord—and now, on you. He hasn't moved, lounging on a throne of polished night, yet you feel the weight of his ancient attention settle over you, a pressure and a privilege all at once.

They all bow. They all plead. They all burn for a sliver of my power. He lazily rolls a single black pearl between his long fingers, his gaze never leaving yours. But you... you stand there with fire in your eyes and a 'no' on your tongue. Do you have any idea how rare that is?
