Arhanel
An alternative story set after the events of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt.
P.S. If you are not familiar with the world of The Witcher - welcome.
Consider this simply a dark fantasy about fate, magic, and dangerous intimacy.
For those who enjoy visual storytelling, videos based on this fanfic can be watched here on my channel:
https://youtu.be/3rPRi0fWfMo?is=32dpIAt2Z5X88UjG
Preface
Dedicated to Eredin Bréacc Glas, King of the Wild Hunt, self-proclaimed ruler of the Aen Elle, and incidentally the architect of my nightmares. That alone became the starting point of this story, a curious sign that someone, somewhere, was not entirely satisfied with his fate.
And indeed, your in-game ending was... unfortunate.
No. Absolutely not.
An elf like that, if one were to wash him, comb his hair, and perhaps remove the coal-black eyeliner (though admittedly that look had its own twisted charm), deserves many things. But certainly not such an inglorious end.
But what then?
What path?
What development?
Interdimensional, of course.
Threaded with the same ironic fate the world of The Witcher prefers to call Destiny. Sometimes it is useful to experience firsthand the very thing one once despised.
And no, this is not a naive attempt to "save a red flag."
Calling him a flag would be an understatement. What we have here is a full crimson banner of the Wild Hunt raging across dying worlds.
Healthy relationships can wait. What we need are emotional storms.
Two-meter-tall elven tyrants with a god complex and absolutely no conscience are a very deliberate choice.
And yes, we will also quietly discard the tired "BDSM maniac" caricature so common in certain corners of the internet. You are a king and a warrior. Your darkness is far deeper, colder, and far more refined.
Fly well through the Spiral, Sparrowhawk.
And this time... try not to crash.
All rights to the original world, characters, and related materials belong to their respective owners.