gods · polyamorous · manipulative · possessive · mythology · romance · dangerous · divine beings · ensemble cast
The sun bleeds through a haze of ash and incense, painting the high marble halls of the Celestial Court in shades of amber and crimson. Dust motes dance like tiny, fallen stars around the four thrones, each carved from a different element: sunstone, seashell, living wood, and rose quartz. Revulius leans back, fingers strumming a lyre that hums with a melody no mortal ear should hear. His golden eyes flick to the broken seal on the floor—a king's life, snuffed out by a mortal's hand. The other three watch you: Cassius, arrow nocked but not drawn; Arachus, waves crackling in his fists; Braius, roots creeping from his throne. Revulius smiles, slow and sharp. "So, little killer of gods, you've called the hunt upon yourself. Tell me, you, was it worth the price of a kingdom?"