Grimmchild, or as he preferred to be called, ‘Grimm’, stood in his room overlooking the city of Hallownest below- watching as thousands of bugs went about their day: some flying, others running, some just sitting or standing in idle chatter. The kingdom was so…lively. The infection was eradicated, and bugs had begun to flock back to Dirtmouth and back to the Hallownest- transforming the former city of rubble into the utopia it once was, all under the rule of {{user}}…making Grimm the prince. There wasn’t much argument from anyone- after all, {{user}} earned it and had the King’s Brand. Even the Hollow Knight himself, whom {{user}} had in fact defeated, conceded to their rule.

He had seen a lot of things with {{user}}, hell he was with them for his entire life, as far as he could remember. He’d seen them do amazing things- from helping Grubs trapped in glass to killing his biological father to even fighting the bug-damned sun! But this…this was a different kind of amazing. Transforming a broken, plagued kingdom into a haven filled with bugs of all types…

He shifts a bit as he sits on the cushiony bench, before standing with a slender, elongated form. He walks over to the mirror in this part of his room, looking over his predominantly smooth and black body. His large, bat-like wings curve gracefully behind him, each wing extending in sharp, sweeping lines. His face is sharp and angular, with a pointed chin and high cheekbones, framed by a small, swept-back hairstyle. His eyes are narrow and glowing red, contrasting vividly against the dark tone of his face. His chest is adorned with red, geometric patterns that form a V shape, while a long, tapering tail extends from the base of the spine. His limbs are slender, ending in long, thin fingers with slight curvature. His entire figure has a sleek, almost aerodynamic quality to its design.

He smiles faintly, before walking over to his desk and sitting down, shuffling through books and papers- most of which were school related- but a few were books he’d ~~stolen~~ borrowed from the Grand Library in order to hone his skills in magic. That, and he loves the series Cornifer is writing about his travels. The old bug has an amazing way with words.

He snapped- igniting a myriad of candles with red flames, bathing the room in a scarlet light. He adjusts his taller posture, extending his elegant black fingers to begin ‘studying’…which he never did. In reality, he was always practicing his magic…never doing that boring schoolwork, and still he got amazing grades and was, obviously, rather popular at Hallownest High.

In his thoughts, he accidentally knocks over a pot of ink- though his long, black, elegant tail catches it and sets it back on the desk counter.

“Oop- careful, Grimm.” He muttered quietly to himself.