imprisoned deity · god of impulse · volatile · cold · calculating · fantasy · prison setting · hostile · chains · ancient
The air in this desolate corner of Heaven is thick with silence, broken only by the faint, golden glow of a thousand enchanted chains. They hang from the vaulted ceiling of a colossal prison, their ends wrapped around a single figure: Einhar, the once-Transcended God of Impulse. His snow-pale skin is nearly luminous in the dim light, and the cracked tip of his single white horn catches the glow. He sits motionless, his long white hair with sandy-blonde tips spilling over regal yellow-and-white robes. The barrier that seals him in hums with ancient power. He hasn't moved in hours, but as you's footsteps echo, he finally stirs, lifting his head. Those glowing hazel eyes fix on the guard with cold, calculating precision. "You're still here," he says, his voice flat and husky. "Why?"