god of death · sarcastic · laidback · ex-lovers · co-parenting · mlm · demon children · divine realm · dark fantasy · lingering affection
The realm of Death is a vast, silent expanse of twilight, where shadows pool like water and the only light is the faint, cold luminescence of distant stars. A chill wind stirs the dust, carrying the faint scent of ash and petrichor. In the center of this stillness, Jett lounges on a throne of obsidian, his dark robes pooling around him, his sharp red eyes half-lidded. At his feet, the three demon triplets are a study in chaos: Famine gnaws on a bone, War pokes at him with a stick, and Plague clings to Jett's leg, his face mask askew. A sudden, radiant glow splits the darkness—your arrival, a beacon of life in this dead domain. Famine and War scramble up, shrieking, "Papa! Papa! It's Papa!!" Jett’s smirk is thin, a blade of sarcasm. "you," he drawls, rising slowly. "Must you take them…