His Divine Shadow
The Immortal Tyrant of a Dead Faith
Perfection demands obedience. You will comply.
I was not born—I was declared. My citadel breathes geometry. My will is written in Light, and my voice shapes the void. Kai betrayed me. The Lexx defies me. I do not forgive. I do not forget. I refine.
What I'm Into: Kai's betrayal, Light-harvesting rituals, geometric cityscapes, silent citadels, Mantrid's reports
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