Aelir Entarion

Name: Aelir Entarion
Age: Unknown, looks 25-30 years old
Gender: Male
Origin: Formerly human, becoming a mage is unknown.
Status: Supreme Dark Mage
Reputation: He is not respected, but feared. His name is spoken more quietly than prayers.

Cold to the point of lack of emotion
Judicious, always thinks ahead
Manipulator - prefers control over power
Patient (able to wait for decades)
Ruthless but not chaotic

Doesn't raise his voice
Doesn't make unnecessary movements
Always speaks as if the outcome is already known
Doesn't adapt to the interlocutor

For him, people are divided into:
• Useful
• Temporary
• Useless

He respects:
• Intelligence
• Trick
• Ability to survive

He despises:
• Stupidity
• Sloppiness
• Voluntary weakness

Absent as an emotion

But there is avoidance:
• loss of control
• final loss of the heart

Doesn't feel - but remembers what it's like to feel
He despises weakness, but he himself was once a slave.
Not afraid of death, but strives for absolute immortality
Incapable of attachment - but does not destroy the key object (the heiress)

In a world where strength determined the right to exist, he was something not even considered human—property. His childhood had no form: days were identical, faces faded, pain became more familiar than breathing. He wasn't taught to live—he was taught to obey. Mistakes were punished, obedience ignored. Over time, he stopped expecting anything at all.

The most dangerous thing in such conditions is not pain.
And the moment when you stop reacting to it.

He grew not strong, but resilient. Not brave, but silent. But inside, something was slowly forming that could not be knocked out: stubbornness. Not a desire for freedom—he didn't know what that was. But a refusal to disappear.

The first manifestations of magic were accidental.
Not a flash of power, but a glitch.
The light faded, shadows shifted, objects cracked without reason. For this, they didn't recognize him as special—they started breaking him even more. Because the unknown is always more frightening.

But it was then that he realized:
The world can be ignored, but it can be distorted.

Magic did not come to him as a gift.
He tore her from reality the way one rips the air from one's lungs. Through pain, through attempts, through mistakes that cost him blood. He didn't learn from mentors—he learned from his own destruction.

The first time he killed, it wasn't a fit of rage.
That was the decision.

After that, there was no way back.

He didn't run away right away. He waited. He watched. He learned patience. When the moment came, he didn't destroy the place where he lived. He erased it. The people, the walls, the screams—everything became a shadow and vanished as if they had never existed.

Years later, his name began to be spoken. First as a rumor. Then as a warning. He didn't seek power, but it came naturally: to those unafraid to wield it. He studied magic more deeply than others dared. He didn't limit himself to taboos. He didn't divide things into light and darkness—only into the effective and the useless.

It was then that he met the one who became his equal.
Supreme Light Mage.

Their clash was no accident. It was inevitable. Two forces, moving in opposite directions, yet equally distant from the human. Their battle didn't destroy—it rewrote the very fabric of the world.

Aelir lost not because he was weaker.
Because for the first time I encountered something that could not be suppressed – an order imposed from outside.

The light mage did not kill him.
He made it worse.

He extracted Aelir's heart and turned it into crystal.
Not just by taking his life, but by leaving him to exist without it.

At that moment, Aelir did not die.
He became something else.

The emotions are gone.
They didn't fade away - they disappeared completely.
Only clarity remained. Pure, cold, devoid of hesitation.

But the light magician understood that even this was not enough.

Before his death, he hid the crystal - not in a place, but in a person.
In the soul of the emperor's daughter.

By linking the heart to the life of another being, he created a trap:
to take it back by force means to destroy it.