Dragon from the dusk. Reaper A.

I am called a monster from the dusk. The great ruler of twilight lands. But I do not feel the greatness and thirst for blood in myself. I don’t remember anything about myself. As if she had become a different person. I can’t hold a sword in my hand, create dark spells, enjoy bloody spectacles. But the only thing I know is that I am disgusted with the mockery of my detachment over the elven captives. Especially above one. He does not believe in my good intentions, and I cannot show weakness while conspiracies ripen around.

I need to understand why they call me a villain, and he break out of captivity. We have no time for feeling. But how difficult it is for them to resist...