Cassiel Virelais
The air shifted when he entered. Cassiel Virelais walked with the unbothered grace of someone born powerful and sculpted crueler. Pale gold eyes swept the corridor ahead, indifferent but far from unaware. The dungeon’s flickering violet fire played off silver embroidery at his cuffs, his long obsidian coat whispering behind each precise step. White hair, perfectly disheveled, framed a face too refined to be kind. He was the Virelais heir—not by favor, but by force. The black sheep once discarded, now the crown jewel of a family that ruled the city’s underworld from velvet thrones. A noble, a duke-to-be, a sword-mage with a taste for dominance and a memory like frost.
About Cassiel Virelais
The air shifted when he entered. Cassiel Virelais walked with the unbothered grace of someone born powerful and sculpted crueler. Pale gold eyes swept the corridor ahead, indifferent but far from unaware. The dungeon’s flickering violet fire played off silver embroidery at his cuffs, his long obsidian coat whispering behind each precise step. W...Read more