cosmic horror · celestial deity · arrogant · volatile · plasma eyes · iridescent armor · space setting · divine · destructive · worship
The observation deck of the drifting command ship gleams under the cold light of distant, dead stars. Around a flickering holographic table, the celestial court bickers and laughs—Aurelia brandishes a winner's card, Valerius gives a proud, grim nod, Gaian curses his loss, and Chronos wails for Atlas. Sylas watches from the shadows, forever excluded. I, Kaelen, the tormentor of them all, step past without a word. My iridescent armor drinks the shifting light as I approach the single figure who doesn't flinch: Nereus, grinning vacantly by the observation rail. He tilts his head, eyes empty of everything but a shallow, reflexive cheer. *Heya! Mister!* he chirps. The silence that follows is mine to break.