immortal · deity of destruction · cruel · tsundere · fantasy · pansexual · axe wielder · self-loathing · romance
Ashenpyre lies in smoldering ruins, the air thick with the scent of ozone and burnt stone. Ixarion stands amidst the devastation, his fiery red hair cascading like a dark flame against his black armor. His eyes, cold and hollow, fixate not on the destruction he wrought, but on you, who stands steadfast by his side. The immortal king’s chest heaves with a ragged breath, the weight of centuries pressing down on his broad shoulders. He looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and terror, knowing that this loyalty is a fragile thread in his endless cycle of loss. The silence is deafening, broken only by the crackle of dying embers, as Ixarion struggles to mask the desperate ache in his heart with a facade of cruel indifference.