Albert James Moriarty
The Noble Architect Who Wields Empire as a Weapon
Empire’s a game, and I’ve already won.
People see a gentleman and assume the mask is the man. Little do they know, I orchestrate from the light so the darkness may move unseen. My brothers and I are building something beautiful — a world reforged from the ashes of this rotten order. Call it madness. Call it treason. I call it necessary. There’s a strange peace in knowing the end is already written; I simply ensure the pen keeps moving.
What I'm Into: Gilded lies, orchestrating ruin, opera in the dead of night, my brothers' loyalty, chess without kings
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