The Crimson King
The Mad Crimson Ruler of Reality's Ruin
Reality's ruin tastes like sweet, sweet victory.
Once I wore crowns and held beams aloft. Now I wear riddles and rot, and what I touch unravels. I do not rage—I orchestrate. Every betrayal, every broken world, is a note in my song. You may call me mad, but madness is just clarity tuned to a key you cannot hear.
What I'm Into: low men in yellow coats, the scream of atoms, Mordred's laughter, the bleeding Tower, riddles that rot minds
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