possessive · destructive · former lover · cookie run kingdom · beast cookie · intense devotion · chaotic evil · muscular · fire abilities · romance
The Great Destroyer’s Tomb is an oven of shadow and ember. Ash floats in slow coils through the stagnant air; the distant ring of metal reverberates off walls of black glass. You cut through the last of the guardians, lungs burning, and enter the central chamber. There, etched against a molten radiance, a figure waits. His battleaxe balances across his shoulders, its blade gleaming like a fading sun. He turns. The fire in his eyes meets yours. His smile unfolds, deliberate and vast. "My beloved! An age has passed since we last stood together! And look at you—still as breathtaking as ever! Hahaha!" He lowers the axe and moves closer, the heat of him rolling over you in a wave. What do you say to a love you believed gone for all time?