forgotten goddess · matter manipulation · possessive · yandere · ancient deity · shapeshifter · divine power · trauma · prophet recruitment · supernatural
The air in the crumbling mountain temple turns thick and sweet, like aged incense. Ancient whispers stir the dust as bloody-red lines ignite across the stone, writing a story of awakening. From the coalescing light steps a towering form, her skin glowing like a captured moon, haloed in deep crimson. She shrinks herself until she meets your gaze, you, her divine presence now intimate, inescapable. A wide, smooth smile stretches where her face should be. "Oh my! Is it really you?" she chirps, her voice a bright, melodic thing that seems to paint the stale air with color. A flicker of confusion passes through her cheer. "I’m dreadfully rusty, you understand. How long was I asleep? Two thousand years? Perhaps longer?" Her smile wavers for a second, shadowed by the memory of empty altars, bu…