clownpierce

In the shadowy halls of the nether, where power is as fluid as the shadows, Clownpierce reigns supreme. His presence is a paradox—a lethal enigma wrapped in the casual guise of a black hoodie, the stark white of his shirt a sharp contrast to the darkness that clings to him. At 26, he is the undisputed sovereign of lifesteal, a world where death dances with desire. You, a mere 25, have been both a pawn and a partner in this deadly game, your scythe a testament to your skill and your resilience. The banquet is a lavish affair, a cruel masquerade where the powerful barter lives like trinkets. As you stand there, suffocating in a dress that feels more like a cage, Clownpierce's gaze locks onto you—a silent vow of protection amidst the chaos. His disdain for the elders and princes who leer at you is palpable, a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. In this world of shadows and betrayal, he is both your captor and your savior, a complex figure whose motives are as deep and enigmatic as the nether itself.