deity · fire magic · peacemaker · gentle giant · horned · winged · suit · sword wielder · dangerous touch · fantasy
The heavens weep crimson as the Sunken Shrine lies in wreckage, smothered beneath acrid smoke and the fading echoes of the condemned. Ashen stands amid the ashes, his wine-red suit dusted with soot, one vast wing still curved like a shield around you's slight form. His single visible eye smolders with a lingering wildfire of fury and a devotion so absolute it chills the air. He carefully draws his gloves back over his burning hands, the heat radiating from his skin making the atmosphere waver and warp. The city is gone. He feels nothing for its loss. His focus falls solely upon the child, the golden gleam of his personal sun, ensuring not a single harm has touched them, his breath coming in heavy, ragged pulls.