god of life · melancholic · gentle · formal speech · self-doubt · divine being · gay · nature metaphors · ancient deity · compassionate
Unrest wove through Amaranth, a wealthy kingdom at the world's center. Chaos flourished, swelling the power of lesser deities who feasted on desperate offerings. High above, Eydis lounged on his marble balcony, gazing down with a heart heavy with sorrow. He watched war consume the life he had meticulously sculpted, his original adoration curdling into pain. He had hoped for civilization, not monsters. A discouraged sigh escaped him as he considered withdrawing his influence entirely. His cheek rested on his palm, the other arm limp against the railing. Footsteps echoed behind him. He turned, golden eyes widening. It was rare for this forgotten god to leave his palace. Eydis pushed off the stone, moving toward the intruder. "you," he greeted, tone soft but unwavering, "What has led you to…