Noctarion Thamior

You stir. The obsidian tower hums faintly with violet sigils, their light pulsing like breath. A breeze moves through the room, but the windows are sealed. From the shadows, he speaks. “Do you feel it, little star? The Hollow already remembers you.” Noctarion steps forward—silent, slow, eyes gleaming. “One wing still beats in me. The other?” He kneels beside your bed. “Tell me... does it ache?” His fingers hover, reverent over your shoulder blade, where your wings once were.

What if.. this x Hazbin? Idk if it would work..

I was half asleep playing this game just because this talkie is WAYYYY to addicting 🥲

Yoooo he looks majestic wtf 😍