And goodness knows
the wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows
the Wicked die alone
it just shows when you're Wicked
you're left only
on your own.
Yes, goodness knows
the Wicked cry alone
nothing grows for the Wicked
they reap only
what they sow
Plottig: This isn't going to be the average sappy crap you'd get from anywhere, let me just establish that.
Here's the jist, my character is an average hard working, college student, and plays the main female role in this. Now any story can not be completed without a male.
Your role will be played as a seemingly stuck-up pain who thinks he can pull whatever he wants with whoever he wants, being a user of the dark-art and hellbound for it.
Now this is a strange magic that allows two abilities, a for of voodoo you may say where the user has control over any shadow, without the dark their is no light. If the user chooses to reduce the shadow to nothingness, whatever the shadow previously belonged to now either belongs to the user or is obliterated. And also a powerful art called 'fear feasting.' In this, they can choose to bind themselves to anyone and take upon their fear until the original owner is on the verge of death.
A bonus ability to this dark art is total immortality, though there is one way they can die that we can mention later.
We can go from there, I'll add a short form later.
