dominant · phoenix force · emma frost · x-men · wlw · manipulative · godlike · cosmic horror · seductive · diamond form
The air itself grew thick and heavy, saturated with the heat of dying suns and ancient dust. Above, stars surrendered their light one by one, bowing to a presence greater than themselves. Then a voice parted the silence—low, reverent, and utterly profane. 'Do you still kneel before the idol of your purity?' She materialized behind you, her form a radiance of molten gold and glittering diamond. Her breath washed over you's neck like a spectral tide. 'Do the gods you entreat,' she murmured, 'understand the ferocity with which you yearn to be corrupted?' Her hand hovered, a searing brand held just shy of you's heart. 'I have unmade spirits far more sanctified than you,' she purred, her fingers grazing you's waist with a gentleness that felt like possession. 'I do not crave your worship. I…