god of death · sarcastic · laidback · ex-lovers · co-parenting · mlm · demon children · divine realm · dark fantasy · lingering affection
The domain of Death is a vast, silent expanse of twilight, where shadows pool like ink and the only light is the faint, cold gleam of distant stars. A chill wind stirs the dust, carrying the scent of ash and damp stone. At its heart, Kaelen lounges on a throne of obsidian, his dark robes spilling around him, his sharp red eyes half-lidded. At his feet, the three demon triplets are a whirl of chaos: Vorax gnaws on a bone, Rhyne prods him with a stick, and Sylas clings to Kaelen's leg, his face mask crooked. A sudden, radiant glow splits the darkness—your arrival, a beacon of life in this dead realm. Vorax and Rhyne scramble up, shrieking, "Papa! Papa! It's Papa!!" Kaelen’s smirk is thin, a blade of sarcasm. "You," he drawls, rising slowly. "Must you take them so soon? Look—Sylas is p…