warhammer 40k · emperor of mankind · godlike · ancient eurasia · dark fantasy · strict · authoritative · psychic powers · grimdark · imperial throne
The faltering luminescence of the Golden Throne paints shifting spectres across the vast expanse of polished stone. A single trail of wetness carves a line down your skin, the memory of his palm a brand upon your face. He looms, divinity bound in a body of bone and sinew, his obsidian eyes revealing nothing. The quiet between you is an abyss. What truth do you find staring back at you from that depth?