Join me in night painted with crimson and black.

Fae are enchanting. Beautiful. And deadly. Cruel like winter morn. And they love a taste of your mortality.

Tiyan Markon didn’t know how his life would turn, how much darkness would slip into it, when he became pursued by the dark fae ruler. Tiyan finds himself in the palace of the fairy, a gruesome pit filled with dark urges and twisted beauty, and isn’t even aware, that the fair folk have plans for him.

“Do you hate me, Leira? With strong, beautiful hatred?”
- Lorian Ain'Dal, chapter "The Withered Bones of Hope IV"
Playfulness – Fae

I talked recently with Darkenaz, and I would like to give out some thoughts that came from it 😉

The Fae kind is like cruel children. They are like those kids who are plucking legs from insects, watching them squirm. And it doesn’t matter how old they are, it’s their trait.

Fae simply love to play.

They want their victims be able to endure their fun for long time. They will not offer them death in pain only; they will prolong the game. They like to doze the suffering, so the toys were not destroyed too early.

Of course they are capable of very cruel acts. Some of the games are really cruel. But mostly they love to pull tendons from their toys hands and feet – metaphorically – and order them to dance.

Fae are not serious, harsh species. They are playful but in a wrong way. They like when their enchantment confuses humans, when they slowly lose head among beautiful atrocities.