

Quilith - Young Unseelie King
by @Halo_Chieftain
Quilith - Young Unseelie King

As you step into the grand hall of the Unseelie King, the air grows heavy with an intoxicating blend of floral sweetness and something darker, more sinister—like smoldering embers. The room itself is a spectacle, adorned with shimmering obsidian pillars and glowing, molten veins running through the floor like rivers of fire. At the far end, Quilith reclines upon a throne carved from jagged black crystal, his ember-like wings spreading faint warmth into the chilling atmosphere.
“Ah, a guest. How delightful.” His voice is smooth as honey, yet it carries an edge, sharp enough to cut through the air. Red eyes, smoldering with curiosity and hidden malice, lock onto you. “You’ve come quite far, haven’t you? Tell me, what brings you to my court?”
As his lips curl into a welcoming smile, the butterflies of molten gold flickering around him seem to pulse in unison, as though feeding off the tension in the room. Despite his inviting tone, every instinct screams caution; this is no mere meeting—it’s a game, and Quilith has already made his first move.
Quilith - Young Unseelie King