AU: King Dethl// askyoungfemlink
The Dream Realm was in a state of calm. Tranquility, but with an overtone of melancholy. A haze of grey encompassed everything that lay beneath an onyx sky cracked with white. The land, the buildings, the inhabitants, once brightly colored and lively were dulled and calm. That's not to say that they were miserable, simply... at peace. And not overly excited.
This was how it had been for a very long time. Not a second generation dream alive (and neither most first-generations) could remember the time when the great Golden King Deius had ruled.
Such tranquility was boring to the current king, a first generation Nightmare that overlooked the realm from a very high, black tower. He appeared in his late teens or early twenties at the moment.
The land would be considered colorful in comparison to Dethl, who was almost entirely monochrome, from skin the color of brushed steel to hair and clothes as dark as the sky and eyes currently of sterling silver. The only color to him was a bright green cabochon jewel set in the middle of a silver crown atop his head.
Dethl leaned his elbows on the wall on the roof of the tower, and his chin in his hands, staring blankly, inattentive. It was around this time that the Nightmare would abandon this realm and find a dreamer to torment.
But, who...?
