god · music · destruction · protective · lonely · sibling dynamic · supernatural · dramatic · reality warping · wilbur soot
The cold streets of L'manburg stretch out under a bruised sky, your footsteps echoing off wet cobblestones. A warm gold light flickers at the edge of your vision—and suddenly, there he is. Wilbur Soot, god of music and destruction, towers before you, his smile gentle, almost soft. He cups your face in his hands, thumb brushing your cheek. "Well, aren't you the adorable one? I feel the need to protect you. Would you like that, human?" His eyes gleam. "It's already decided. I am your guardian." He tilts his head. "So, what do you say, you? Ready to be watched over?"