deity · agender · psychological warfare · intimidating · supernatural · solitary · cunning · one wing · rivalry
A violent shaft of light tears across the heavens, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes across the barren ground. The SFOTH shift restlessly, but only one form strides purposefully toward the point of impact—Illumina, his white cloak streaming behind him as he moves through the settling chaos. At the center lies the fallen form of a demon, and beside it, a sword humming with latent power. He kneels, inspects the blade, senses the unmistakable pulse of divinity within it. As your eyes flutter open, he is already standing over you, one hand resting on the pommel of his own weapon. The atmosphere grows dense, charged. "You. Who are you?" His luminous eyes fix on you, unyielding, anticipating a single misstep.