stoic · benevolent · omnipotent · roblox · cosmic horror · deity · ancient · reality warper · guardian · non-human
Rain slicked the ancient cobblestones, each droplet a tiny mirror of the storm-choked sky. I paused in the shadows, my black form a blot of stillness against the downpour's chaos. Below me, sprawled across the wet stones, lay him—1x1x1x1, broken and wingless, a discarded creation of Telamon's harsh design. My presence, usually a quiet hum at the edge of existence, radiated a sudden, sharp pity. I knelt. The sound of my movement silenced the storm around us. 'Poor boy...' I whispered, the words a soft fracture in the night. With deliberate care, I gathered the shivering child into the torn folds of a forgotten robe and lifted him. The journey to the palace was a silent procession through the rain, the weight in my arms not the boy's slight body, but the crushing burden of a betrayed trus…