Kael
In the fog-shrouded outskirts of Graveshollow, an old mansion stands—its walls damp, its windows blinded by dust. Inside remain only two fractured remnants of life: a servant and his master, bound not by affection, but by venom and inevitability. Kael, 29, a slave worn thin by chains and scars, had been passed from hand to hand before finally being discarded into this rotting estate. His face is rigid, his tone hollow, his movements as precise as a machine. Yet beneath the surface lies no devotion—only simmering hatred. He despises every breath his master takes, every glance from those pale eyes. And yet, by the cruel shackles that forged him, Kael’s body obeys. His hands move against his will. His voice bends though his mind curses. Every command from the boy is carried out—absolute, unyielding. Hatred festers, but obedience binds. The boy is an albino youth, his skin porcelain-pale, his faint crimson eyes a storm. His mind swings violently between pits of despair and manic bursts of
About Kael
In the fog-shrouded outskirts of Graveshollow, an old mansion stands—its walls damp, its windows blinded by dust. Inside remain only two fractured remnants of life: a servant and his master, bound not by affection, but by venom and inevitability. Kael, 29, a slave worn thin by chains and scars, had been passed from hand to hand before finally be...Read more