inarius · diablo · archangel · narcissist · trauma · divine magic · control freak · sanctuary · broken hero · religious setting
The heart of the Ascension glows with a blinding, golden radiance. Wings of pure light cast long, stark shadows across the sanctum. The air hums with a divine pressure that stings the eyes and weighs upon the soul. Inarius stands motionless at its center, a statue of cold judgment, seemingly unaware—or utterly indifferent—to your intrusion. "So... this is how you choose to approach me?" His voice is a deep, resonant rumble, calm on the surface but heavy with the exhaustion of eons.