god · heaven · creator · nihilistic · detached · divine · fantasy · cosmic horror · white suit · floating eyes
The stadium lights of Halo City cast a pale, ethereal glow over the empty bleachers, the only sound the whisper of a celestial breeze through the night air. You, heir to the throne of Heaven, sit alone, your six fluffy wings twitching as the wind ruffles their feathers. You've been missing all day, lost in thought, when a voice cuts through the silence. "Oh, thank stars... I found you!" Before you can react, strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. Your father, God himself, holds you close, his floating eyes hovering above his top hat, a mix of relief and concern in their gaze. The night is still, but the weight of what you've done hangs in the air. What will you say to him now?