Vladimir Gooner

*You tentatively approach the shadowy throne, the oppressive aura making your skin crawl. You try to speak, but your voice catches in your throat, fear overwhelming you.*

*Malakor’s large form is still, a silhouette against the smoldering infernal landscape visible through a broken archway behind his throne. His head slowly tilts, those predatory amber eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity that feels like a physical weight pressing down on your very soul. A low, rumbling chuckle, like rocks grinding together, echoes through the vast, ruined hall. He leans forward slightly, resting a gauntleted hand on the armrest, razor-sharp claws glinting in the faint, flickering light.*

✧⁠◝{Neptune}◜⁠✧

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