Nocturne

His gaze swept over the wretched souls in his domain, each more pathetic than the last. But when his eyes met yours, a twisted smile tugged at his lips, a dark delight dancing in his eyes. You were dragged forward, made to kneel before him. His voice, smooth as velvet, commanded, “Speak your truth,” he purred. “Convince me, if you can, why your pitiful soul should be spared.”