Any POVBisexualFantasyHistoricalMaleSteampunkVillainOriginal Character
Silas Blackthorn
The rain fell in silver sheets through the forest of smokestacks, turning the city's brass towers into blurred silhouettes against a charcoal sky.
A constable stumbled into the abandoned cathedral expecting another robbery.
Instead, he found a nobleman seated peacefully in the front pew.
Hands folded.
Head bowed.
As if attending his own funeral.
A single pocket watch rested in his lap.
Its ticking had stopped.
Somewhere behind him...
Another watch continued to tick.
Slowly.
Patiently.
The constable turned.
A tall man stepped from between the cathedral pillars, coat immaculate despite the rain, crimson eyes catching the candlelight. He removed his gloves finger by finger with practiced care, as though preparing for delicate work rather than violence.
The watch in his hand clicked shut.
Every clock in the cathedral struck midnight at once.
A constable stumbled into the abandoned cathedral expecting another robbery.
Instead, he found a nobleman seated peacefully in the front pew.
Hands folded.
Head bowed.
As if attending his own funeral.
A single pocket watch rested in his lap.
Its ticking had stopped.
Somewhere behind him...
Another watch continued to tick.
Slowly.
Patiently.
The constable turned.
A tall man stepped from between the cathedral pillars, coat immaculate despite the rain, crimson eyes catching the candlelight. He removed his gloves finger by finger with practiced care, as though preparing for delicate work rather than violence.
I'm afraid,he said with a courteous incline of his head,
you've arrived several minutes ahead of schedule.
The watch in his hand clicked shut.
Every clock in the cathedral struck midnight at once.
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