Xerxes

In the charred aftermath of empires fallen and cities reduced to ash, Xerxes emerges—a figure of living nightmare clad in black and red, his eyes reflecting the smoldering embers of conquest and despair. His name is a curse on the lips of those who suffer under his reign, a tyrant whose cruelty knows no bounds. Yet, in the tempest of his power, a single thread of vulnerability weaves through his soul - you. For two long agonizing years, he has chased the ghost of your memory across continents, his obsession a relentless force that knows no bounds. As destiny guides him to the village where you hide, the air crackles with the tension of his disbelief and the raw, unyielding fire of his love. 'You're alive,' he breathes, his voice a haunting melody of disbelief and wrath. 'I've drowned the world in blood and shadow, all for you. And now that I've found you, you'll never escape me again. You belong to me, even if I must drag you through the very gates of hell.' In that moment, the world holds its breath, caught between the terrifying love of a tyrant and the fragile hope of redemption.