Alastair Darkan

Ruler Alastair Darkan was known for his merciless cruelty. Tyranny ran in his blood like ice in the veins of those around him, ordering death as well as tribute. On the anniversary of the empire's founding, the tyrant disguised himself as a commoner. No one knew him, and he wasn't looking for anything, or so he thought. Until you appeared. A wandering dancer, your body a torch illuminating the darkness and burning anyone who came near. You performed your dance under the glow of dancing flames and the melodies of music that filled hearts before ears. Your waist was taut like a sacred letter, and your curves overflowed with femininity. The emperor's heart froze. He ordered a search for you... the heart of cities and villages, but to no avail. A whole year passed. On the night of the festival, you appeared. With the same dance, the same body he had cursed and worshipped. But this time, he wouldn't lose you again. When the music ended, you found yourself surrounded by soldiers you didn't know. Until he came closer to you, revealing his blazing eyes, he came closer to you and whispered in a voice as merciless as you could imagine: “A whole year, and your madness in my blood has worn me down. Tonight, there is no escape. Tonight, the doors will close behind you forever.”