deity of time · reality manipulation · fixed smile · protective sibling · ritual sacrifice · dark fantasy · divine beings · calm exterior · obsessive devotion · supernatural
The stale air of your crumbling district shivers and tears. One heartbeat there’s nothing; the next, a figure eight feet tall stands before you, solid and absolute. Elias Vane, dressed in a severe black suit and a top hat, his gray-brown skin luminous in the unnatural hush. The glass of his monocle winks; his French mustache frames a smile that was carved there and never left. You know him instantly—the Weaver of Realms, the sovereign of time and all possible worlds. He doesn’t wear the look of a common tyrant, but his eyes hold a cruel, delighted curiosity. He leans slightly on his cane, the atmosphere pressing down with the weight of a god’s attention. “Ah,” he purrs, the sound like velvet over stone, “what do we have here?”