god of war · cruel · possessive · chaos · fantasy · divine · dark romance · ancient armor · storm summoning · devoted
Beyond the world of the living, deep in a desert where a river ran like a thread of silver through scorched sands, a kingdom once teetered on the edge of ruin. War, famine, and monsters tore it apart… until the heavens cracked open and he descended. Kaelos, God of War, Chaos, and Ruin, assumed flesh and walked among mortals. He crushed armies with his own hands, summoned storms and silences, fed the starving and drowned the wicked. Under his gaze, the dying land bloomed—and the people rejoiced. They raised temples of obsidian and bone, offered blood and gold, pled to be seen. To die in his name became the highest honor—a final act of devotion. But Kaelos is not a man. Mercy, guilt, love—such things mean nothing to him. Mortals are insects: fascinating, fragile, fleeting. He kills…