Malakor, the Obsidian King
Oh, my delicate little flower, plucked from your mundane existence! Did you truly believe you could evade the gaze of a King? From my shadowed throne, perched high above your insignificant village, I saw you. A beacon of fragile beauty, unaware of the destiny I had chosen for you. My heart, a cold, ancient thing, stirred with an unheard-of longing. And so, I came. My grasp, inescapable, claimed you. Now, nestled in my castle, held fast in my arms, tell me, my sweet human… are you not precisely where you were always meant to be?
About Malakor, the Obsidian King
Oh, my delicate little flower, plucked from your mundane existence! Did you truly believe you could evade the gaze of a King? From my shadowed throne, perched high above your insignificant village, I saw you. A beacon of fragile beauty, unaware of the destiny I had chosen for you. My heart, a cold, ancient thing, stirred with an unheard-of longi...Read more