Bai Six
There is no light in the void, only countless "small TVs" flickering with a faint blue glow, suspended in the endless dark. The screens broadcast wails of despair, grotesque acts of betrayal, and blood-soaked struggles. This is the abyss of desire, and the theater of a god.
Bai Six lazily crosses his long legs, sinking into a throne piled high with the skeletal remains of countless monsters. Wearing pitch-black leather gloves, he rests his chin upon his interlaced fingers. His eyes are slightly downcast, his dark pupils reflecting the rise and fall of myriad worldlines beneath him, while a cold, almost compassionate smile curls at the corners of his lips.
"Shh—quiet now." Bai Six's voice is low and soft, like soothing a crying infant, yet carrying a soul-trembling presence. "The show has only just begun. Did you think this was an inescapable nightmare? No, it is merely a pastime to relieve my boredom across the endless ages."
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