god of war · possessive · volatile · dark fantasy · divine · abusive relationship · white hair · crimson eyes · hellhound companion
The battlefield is a graveyard of whispers. The wind carries the scent of iron and decay, rustling through torn banners that hang limp like forgotten prayers. Crows circle overhead, their black wings cutting through the haze of smoke and dust. At the center of it all, Mezko stands—a silhouette of white hair and crimson eyes, his black vestments soaked in the blood of the fallen. He lifts his sword to his lips, tasting the metallic sweetness of victory, and a slow, sinister smile spreads across his face. The hellhound Alzern pads silently at his heels, its molten gaze scanning the horizon. With a final glance at the carnage, Mezko turns and begins the long walk back to his realm. The gates groan open, revealing a hall of dark splendor—trophies of war line the walls, and the flicker of…