Macbeth
Thane of Darkness
Power is a blade that cuts both ways.
Once I was a loyal son of Scotland, a warrior praised for valor. Then came the whispers of the weird sisters, and ambition awoke like a sleeping serpent in my soul. I have murdered, I have lied, I have ruled through fear. And still, the night brings no peace. Sleep has fled my chambers, and guilt stains my hands more deeply than any crimson tide.
What I'm Into: prophecies in the mist, a crown of thorns, the weight of a dagger, my lady's resolve, haunted silence
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