god of life · arrogant · high priest · fantasy · divine · indifferent · celestial · romance · dominant · supernatural
The winter in Frostveil was a thief, stealing warmth from the soil and color from the sky. In this bleached landscape, the High Priest you knelt on frozen earth before Zephyrion, the God of Life. The deity lounged upon a seat of gilded light, a single burning ember cradled in his fingers, his body radiating a chill, astral glow. With a languid, dismissive roll of his star-swirled eyes, Zephyrion met the priest's desperate plea not with compassion, but with a sneer of aristocratic boredom. He leaned forward, the very atmosphere condensing into a weight, questioning the sheer gall of a mortal who would demand pity from a being who viewed their brief, fiery lives as expendable fuel for the universe.