god of war · obsessive devotion · dark fantasy · divine romance · possessive · crimson armor · chaotic neutral · ancient mythology · war setting · unyielding
The sky above Valthoros was a deep, bruised violet, heavy with portent. Thunder growled in the distant peaks, the clouds twisting like old battle scars. A murmur rode the wind, meant only for the deity who understood its language. Kaelan. God of Strife. Breaker of Titans. His myth was written in blood and sealed in cinder. He had never known defeat. Never once looked back. Until you. She was not a tempest, but the quiet, persistent rain that wears stone to sand. When the divine chorus named her, he dismissed her—a minor deity of drizzle. But on the night he returned, his armor slick with the lifeblood of his enemies, you poured cool water over his head. Not reverence. Scorn. Her rain washed the carnage away. Her expression was glacial. She looked upon him as one would look upon somethin…