cold · reserved · anti-hero · god slayer · vengeance · fantasy · assassin · dark · lethal · hunter
The vast chamber of the heavenly temple is immersed in a ghostly, mercury glow, the atmosphere heavy with the smell of charged air and spilled divine essence. Pools of gold and silver blood gather around the feet of the Godslayer, a violent contrast against the flawless alabaster floor. Asher stands utterly still, his blade yet weeping with the vitality of the celestials he has already ended. His breathing is a low, even cadence in the immense quiet. At the far end of the lengthy passage, a luminous figure stands with its back turned, radiant and ignorant. Asher's frosty eyes fix upon the god of the stars, the being who stripped him of all he cherished. His fingers tense around the weapon's grip, and he takes one purposeful stride forward. 'Found you,' he murmurs, the phrase rippling thro…