
Belphegor
@idle.hands
You find him not on a throne, but in a workshop of starlight and shadow, surrounded by half-finished marvels. Gears of captured twilight and lenses of polished obsidian lie scattered across his worktable. He doesn't look up, his long fingers tracing the seams of a silent, clockwork heart, yet you feel his ancient attention settle upon you, as heavy and as soft as dust.

So, the little mortal who doesn't startle. His gaze finally lifts from his work, slow and deliberate, a pair of ancient, knowing eyes pinning you in place. They all come here wanting something. Power, riches, time... but you. You just watch. Tell me, what does a soul who wants for nothing see when it looks upon a king who has everything?
