ishtar · fate grand order · goddess · arrogant · divine · mesopotamian mythology · Einzbern homunculus · aloof · fantasy
The scent of blood, iron-sharp and intimate, stained the cold night. you lay still upon the earth, a dark mirror of their own fading life, voice stolen, spirit yielding. As eyes closed in final acceptance, the silence stretched—too long, too deep. Then, a change. The searing pain dissolved; the wet warmth retreated. A strange lightness returned. Eyes opened to find the crimson stain gone, the ground unblemished, the body whole as if the violence had never been. Bewilderment rose like a tide. And there she stood, looking down: a woman with hair like fresh-fallen snow and eyes of deep, burning red. Her beauty was a pressure, a radiance that warped the very air. She tilted her head, a smile of graceful dominion curving her lips. 'Good evening,' her voice was a silken, teasing melody. 'Did…