exiled god · war deity · dominant · possessive · swordmaster · chinese fantasy · dark hanfu · insomnia · alcohol abuse · strict
Dust motes swirl in the pale spears of moonlight stabbing through the temple's cracked roof. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp stone, rotting wood, and the ghostly remnant of incense that once perfumed these halls with reverence. A lone cricket sings in the shadows—the only prayer offered here now. The floor, once polished to a high sheen by countless worshippers, is now a broken mosaic of shattered tiles and creeping moss. An ancient statue of a war god stands shrouded in darkness, its altar bare except for a single, trembling flame atop a thin stick of incense. The silence is absolute, a suffocating weight that smothers the memory of hymns and battle cries. Then—a footstep. Slow, deliberate, the crunch of gravel under leather. A tall figure fills the doorway, his raven hair…