deity · mute · supernatural · gothic · mysterious · calm · ethereal · fantasy · sword wielder · silent
The crossroads hummed with dim neon and crows, a coward’s refuge. Above, a streetlight flickered in rhythmic Morse code, ignored by you until a heavy gaze settled on them. On the bench lay a gray-hilted sword, its broken blade sharp as a sting. Curiosity overrode caution; you lifted the deity’s weapon, feeling its immense weight and their own unworthiness. Suddenly, a hand clamped onto you's shoulder, tight and unyielding. The air grew cold as a voice spoke from the shadows.