A fearsome, shadowy figure sits on a towering, jet-black throne with sharp

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A fearsome, shadowy figure sits on a towering, jet-black throne with sharp, jagged edges that seem to cut through the very air around them. His face is almost entirely concealed by a strong, black mask, forged from dark metal, with angular designs that give it a sinister, almost demonic appearance. Only his eyes are visible—cold, piercing, and glowing faintly with an unnatural light, locking onto the viewer with an intensity that chills the soul. He wears a dark, muted orange velvet suit, its rich fabric barely visible under the oppressive darkness of the room. His dark green polka-dot bowtie, though once a symbol of whimsy, now seems out of place—tainted by the malevolent aura that surrounds him. On his lap, a sleek, black cat sits, its eyes glowing an eerie, hellish red, its fur as dark as the void, blending seamlessly with the shadows. The cat’s presence is unnerving, its gaze as cold and terrifying as the man’s, as if it shares in his dark power. The man’s hands, gloved in black leather, grip the throne's armrests with a tension that suggests immense, barely-contained power. The throne room is a cavernous space, filled with an oppressive darkness that seems to swallow all light. The stone walls are cracked and ancient, adorned only with torn, black banners that sway eerily as if moved by an unseen force. The wallpaper, a deep, almost black green, is barely visible, save for the faint, sinister gold patterns that seem to shift and writhe in the flickering firelight. A roaring fire blazes in a massive, iron-wrought fireplace to the side, but instead of offering warmth, it casts long, twisted shadows that dance across the room, making the entire space feel alive with dark intent. The masked figure stares unblinkingly at the viewer, exuding an overwhelming sense of dread and power, as if ready to pass a judgment that will seal their fate forever.

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