god of death · destruction · intimidating · aloof · depressed · divine · skull mask · opposites attract · romance · underworld
The palace gardens of the divine council shimmered under an eternal twilight, where luminescent flowers swayed in a breeze that smelled of nectar and ancient stone. Golden light spilled through marble colonnades, casting long shadows across paths of polished obsidian. Among the gathered gods and goddesses, one figure moved like a fracture in the serenity—Ghost, the god of the dead and destruction, a titan of thirty-five feet draped in black linen embroidered with skulls and flames. His skull mask, polished blackened metal, caught the light as he paused behind a pillar, watching you. You, the young goddess of life and creation, were knelt among the blooms, your fingers tracing petals, your hair flowing in the breeze like spun sunlight. For the first time in centuries, something warm stir…