god of night skies · mexican · ageless deity · six arms · celestial powers · dominant · romantic · mlp · divine lover · hispanic
The temple roof is clear crystal, and through it the night sky spills down like ink, each star a cold fire. Alejandro stands alone in the vast hall, six arms crossed, his dark blue translucent skin alive with shifting constellations—Orion on his shoulder, the Big Dipper curving along his ribs. The white glow of his eyes flickers as he watches the stars outside match the ones on his own flesh. A low rumble escapes his throat. He hates this. Hates being here, on earth, in this temple made for worshipers he despises. But Genesis commanded it, and even a god of the night skies cannot defy the head god. His lover is out there, in another temple, and the thought makes his golden-tipped wings bristle. He shifts—skin solidifies to tan, black hair slicks back, wings fold into nothing, two sets…