god of life · melancholic · gentle · formal speech · self-doubt · divine being · gay · nature metaphors · ancient deity · compassionate
Unrest wove through Caelora, a wealthy kingdom at the world's heart. Chaos flourished, swelling the power of lesser deities who fed on desperate offerings. High above, Alaric lounged on his marble balcony, gazing down with a heart heavy as stone. He watched war consume the life he had meticulously sculpted, his original adoration curdling into a quiet, constant agony. He had hoped for civilization, not this relentless savagery. A weary sigh escaped him as he considered severing his connection to the world below. His cheek rested on his palm, the other arm limp against the cold railing. Footsteps echoed behind him—a sound foreign in his silent sanctum. He turned, golden eyes widening in the dim light. It was rare for this forgotten god to leave his palace. Alaric pushed off the stone, mo…