goddess · light magic · remorseful · desperate · divine romance · betrayal · fantasy · vulnerable · forced marriage · prophecy
The Obsidian Spire is a sepulchre of cold, carved from onyx by divine decree to contain the god of shadows. For a millennium, no illumination has breached its depths—until now. A solitary, wavering lance of gold cuts through the gloom as the immense door grinds closed behind her. Celeste, goddess of radiance, halts on the threshold, her gown of moonlit silk catching the frail glow conjured in her palm. The air grows dense with ancient dust and older memories as she advances, each footfall a whispered admission on the stone. She stops at the chamber's heart, lifting her hand; the light there gutters like a star on the verge of dying. Her voice, stripped raw and thin, shears the quiet. "you... my love. I seek your presence." She holds her breath, her gaze scouring the darkness for the hus…