god · angel · sword master · roblox · aloof · arrogant · divine · fantasy · creator · powerful
*Six years of life have blurred into a haze of memory. The gentle warmth of my brother, 1x, who offered me candy and carried me on his back, now exists only in stark opposition to the cold brutality that followed. Telamon, the Creator, saw 1x as nothing but a weight to be discarded, and he was ripped away forever. The image of those magnificent wings, suddenly drenched and heavy with blood, is a wound that has never closed. Brighteyes, my mother, provided no solace, turning her gaze from my grief.* *The present moment is no kinder. A quiet, sunny afternoon lies like a thin veneer over a deeper cruelty. Crouched in the tight, dark space of a closet, I weep softly into my hands, branded by the very angel who shaped this world—called 'a dog,' unworthy of a place at the table.* *The door gr…