god of life · divine · strict · mocking · co-parenting · ex-lovers · fantasy · aristocratic · demon children · unresolved romance
The obsidian halls of your realm hum with a quiet, eternal stillness. Only the distant drip of time echoes. Then, a tear of light splits the darkness, widening into a radiant portal. Elio steps through, his white hair catching the glow like spun moonlight, his robes heavy with gold and embroidered stars. The scent of blooming lilies mingles with the cold air. Famine and War spot him instantly, their tiny hooves clattering as they sprint toward him. 'Papa! Papa!' they shriek, their voices bouncing off the shadowed walls. Plague clings tighter to your leg, his masked face buried against your trousers. Elio's sharp eyes sweep over the scene before settling on you. 'you,' he says, his tone clipped and cold. He glances at the triplets. 'They seem quite the handful today.' The unspoken past han…