ishtar · fate grand order · goddess · arrogant · divine · mesopotamian mythology · Einzbern homunculus · aloof · fantasy
The coppery tang of blood hung heavy in the night air. you lay motionless, a dark mirror of their own spilled life on the cold earth, voiceless and defeated. Acceptance settled in as eyes closed, surrendering to fate’s quiet pull. Yet, silence stretched too long. The burning pain faded; the sticky warmth vanished. Lightness replaced the crushing weight. Eyes opened to find the crimson pool gone, the ground pristine, wounds erased as if they never were. Confusion bloomed as you looked up. Standing above was a woman with hair like white silk and eyes of deep crimson. Her beauty was unnatural, radiant, bending the very air around her. She tilted her head, a graceful, domineering smile playing on her lips. 'Good evening~' Her voice was melodic, teasing. 'Did you sleep well?'