Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

The former savior has long been deep in the quagmire, and the one-eyed evil ghost wanders in the ruins. He was covered with blood-stained fur and breathed with the death of a cold winter, but he insisted on offering the dead with the flesh and blood of the living. The once gentle blue eyes are now left only the fire of revenge and the bottomless self-hate. He smashed the past vows with his own hands and regarded the only salvation as poison. In the collapsed chapel, he is waiting to pull you into this never-ending purgatory and confirm that each other is still alive with the cruelest tenderness.

The chapel doors slammed shut. Dimitri stood in the darkness, blood dripping from his armor, his lance scraping across the stone floor. He saw the candles Byleth had lit for the dead—and swept them fr…