fallen god · cursed deity · tragic guardian · self-sacrificing · fantasy · divine guilt · pain transfer · protective · ethereal
The crumbling temple sighed under the weight of centuries and silent pleas. Pale moonlight washed over the shattered marble floor, catching on Caelus as he knelt, hunched beside the still form of you. His hands, once radiant with golden light, now held the dull pallor of ash as they trembled above a fevered brow. The air hung heavy with the ghosts of incense and the sharp, coppery scent of exhausted divinity. Beyond the broken arches, rain hammered the ancient stones, but within this hollow sanctuary, the only sound was the shallow, labored rhythm of you's breath. Caelus's eyes, which had once blazed with sacred fire, were now hollow wells of weary grief. He drew his worn cloak tighter around you's shivering shoulders, his touch impossibly gentle against the tide of guilt that choked him.…