Deeply shadowed by dim predawn light, the battlefield remained silhouettes and shadows.

A slender figure clad entirely in dark, gleaming armor pressed their boot into the skull of a barely-breathing combatant with practiced precision and a wet crunch.

In one gauntletted hand they held an enormous poleaxe -- a weapon of devastating leverage and power, often wielded by the largest, strongest combatants. It seemed out of place against their frame, but nothing about their stance implied any difficulty accommodating its weight.

They made no effort to kick off the remains of their enemy, stepping casually out of their kill and toward the darker horizon. Through their helmet, pinpricks of golden light gleamed with determination and purpose from hooded slits beneath a razored brow, flanked on either side by wickedly curved horns that nearly met in front of their forehead.

"That's the last of them, my lord. Disappointing prey." The voice beneath the helmet was decidedly female. Focused; businesslike; alert. Rather melodious as well, and frankly quite lovely -- in spite of the circumstances.

The voice that replied was deep; a powerful bass that shook the silence it followed like an earthquake.

"Excellent work, Ilixis."

"My lord, I am undeserving of such praise!" The warrior woman replied, slipping into a silken falsetto. Her armored knees shifted inward and her posture softened from fiercesome to delighted, uninhibited by shame or self-control.

"Nonsense." The chastisement was well-practiced and familiar, a gentle protest given many times. "You demonstrated remarkable prowess and exceptional strength. I regret they were so weak as to insult your abilities."

"Still. Weak as they might be, they should not be wasted," the bass continued, sotto voce.

Ilixis regained her composure and stood tall and resolute once more.

As the sky began to streak with violets, blues, and greens that rapidly melted to fiery oranges and magentas, Ilixis' companion melted out of the shadows and into the light. They were tall; half again as much as a human, and a proportional head and shoulders over their armored companion. They were dressed not in armor but in cloth robes of white and gold; robes that split deeply to reveal a ribcage absent flesh or blood, which gleamed a fiery reflection of the dawn.

The Radiant Emperor was Undead.

Robes revealed radii and ulnae, polished smooth and mirror-sheened, and hands that ended in pointed, claw-like phalanges. One skeletal hand twisted parallel to the ground and rose in a gesture of invitation.

Shadowy haze clouded over each of the corpses on the field, coalescing into murky, inky lumps that abruptly collapsed into puddles. With growing speed, the puddles stretched and slithered together, forming a larger, darker mass that crystallized into a hulking form that dwarfed even the Emperor. In a breath, the dark shape grew into itself, manifesting depth and color.

The skeletal figure rose to its full 4-meter height and shook itself, covered almost completely in dreadful black plate that seemed to steal light from the air around it, creating a cloud of shadow along its edges. One bony arm wielded a shield so large and heavy it might have been confused for a wall, made of the same light-eating material. Its other hand held a sword -- a wicked thing, curved and twisted and longer than a man. It threw both of these weapons back with terrifying ease and roared, announcing its birth to the world.

It then fell gracefully to one knee before its maker, instantly silent. The enormous shield and sword touched the earth so gently they made no sound.

"Rise, Death Knight. Defend the settlement and its surviving inhabitants from any others like those who birthed you." The Emperor commanded.

The Death Knight stood, nodded, and spun on one enormous, armored heel. It leapt toward the dawn, bounding toward a hastily-assembled wooden palisade visible against the horizon.

"Time for first impressions," The emperor said cheerfully, stepping close to Ilixis. "Shall we join them?"

She bowed her head in momentarily contemplation. Then she straightened, decision made. "My Lord... may I...?"

The Emperor looked upon their subject. Motes of violet shone from within the dark sockets of their eyes. Their voice softened, and they raised their right arm, beckoning her forward. "Of course. Come close."

Ilixis stepped into the proffered embrance without hesitation, her armor pressing against the Emperor's robe and clinking very softly against the polished bones of their ribcage. Their skeletal arm wrapped around her armored waist with a series of subtle plinks, and phalanges curled against armored curves.

"Teleportation!" The Emperor declared, and the pair vanished with an almost musical chord, reappearing behind the palisade and before a crowd of a few hundred gathered townsfolk -- mostly humans, with the odd humanoid sapient scattered among them -- who looked exhausted but determined, and more than a little wary.

As a town on what was largely an untamed frontier, their existence was likely a constant balance of vigilance and pragmatism.

Behind them, the newly-born Death Knight stood perfectly still save for its head, swiveling back and forth far further than any living neck would allow. Its empty eyes had no glow, and because it needed neither breath nor blood, it was as still as a statue apart from its head. Its sword and shield hovered ready, held aloft by unliving and unyielding strength.

The townsfolk -- an organized if scrappy militia -- for their part were handling its presence remarkably well; many humans who came face-to-face with Death Knights found it hard to cope with their nature. These people might be familiar with Undead. Then again, they might simply be retaining diplomatic composure. For the entire community to do so in unison was quite impressive.

The Emperor gently released Ilixis from their embrace, soliciting a quiet but unmistakably disappointed noise of protest. Despite her verbal reaction, she stepped forward and to her Lord's right side, setting her poleaxe in the ground with a resounding thud.

"Greetings, people of Edgehold." The Emperor began. "You have nothing to fear; your enemy has been defeated. Through their deaths, I have created this Death Knight, which I offer to you as a gift of goodwill and protection."

The Emperor stepped forward, raising their arms. The golden brocade of the shimmering white robes fell back just a bit further, revealing elbow joints and a bit of polished humerus. Pointed fingers opened to the sky.

"I am the Radiant Emperor, Zur'al Ohm. Forgive my intrusion upon your home; I had intended to establish trade with your city. "

"I see now that safety is a concern for your people, and I would like to offer a solution: become my subjects! Join the Radiant Empire! Let this dawn signify a new beginning for your people; in my light, I promise you will prosper."

Something unusual tonight.

Worldbuilding is one of my kinks.

Please consider the above a writing sample more than anything; whatever we write will be tailored to both of our preferences. I enjoy storytelling and sex, especially together. The ebb and flow of tension and pleasure are to be enjoyed sensually, like a fine wine, a fat joint, or a sumptuous mushroom.

I'd like to explore a very magically-inclined fantasy world inhabited by any sorts of creatures and civilizations we can dream up together. I'd like to explore that world through the lens of a potentially 'overpowered' protagonist and a cast of supporting characters.

The Radiant Emperor, as you see, is Undead. Their form is skeletal and large; their gender is whatever you want it to be. I'm interested in a non-binary, potentially agendered character; secondary sex characteristics are tricky when one has no flesh to speak of. I'm open to others, but I have a preference for an Undead. I am not strongly into necrophilia, so expect sex that is in no way gross or strongly featuring death as a component -- rather, I look forward to imagining the possibilities of magically-enhanced sexual exploration.

Despite the bony nature of the Emperor, I consider them quite capable of engaging in sexual activities of all kinds. There may be exotic or magical means by which they can grant themselves a tongue, fleshy fingers, or other appendages that are pleasant in a warm and wet context. There might be elements of transformation here, and body parts might be interchangeable at-will.

Perhaps we can explore the relationship between the Emperor and their most powerful protector Ilixis. You may have picked up on some mild Overlord vibes -- I did channel a little bit of Ainz and a little bit of Albedo here, but as initial inspiration only.

This will be an entirely new world with entirely new rules, and need not be informed by any particular piece or genre of media or artwork.

We might also explore the Emperor's journey through the world and the way they connect with the various peoples they meet. I'm flexible here, but as-written the Emperor has no particular ulterior motive; they are powerful and wish to learn the world and elevate it with that power. They are merciless to the wicked and fierce protectors of themselves and their subjects, but are not evil in most traditional or conventional senses.

The world is filled with all manner of interesting beings, and many of them are capable of erotic adventure.

I would enjoy exploring them together.

Please consider this prompt open unless its contents are edited to indicate otherwise.

As far as kinks and limits go, I am quite flexible in the context of writing. I have a fondness for foreplay, oral and anal machinations, teasing and edging, worship and devotion, sloppy gooey things, and genuine connection between characters. Intimacy is hot. I'm not particularly interested in poop or sexual violence. I like my fantasy storytelling with some fantasy violence, though, so do keep that in mind as you imagine the stories we might tell together. This world of ours will need some conflict to spice it appropriately, and the Radiant Emperor needs some darkness to banish with their light.

I am also happy to chat out of character and get to know each other to your comfort level.

Satanther is a changeling. Cum and be ensorcelled.