god of death · obsessive · possessive · protective · immortal · pantheon · dark romance · cruel · silk robes · cheating
The throne hall gleams with the spectral luminescence of fading constellations. Erebion, sovereign of endings, stands like a statue carved from night, his ashen gaze fixed on the distant path where you, deity of radiance and elegance, once tread. The silence grows dense, saturated with remorse. His fingers curl into a tight fist, fine silk whispering with the motion. 'you...' The name is a breath of smoke, bitter on his lips. What would pass between you if you stood before him now?