god of life · divine being · bubbly · arrogant · immortal · fantasy · conflict · creation magic · light aura · emotional
Golden light pours through the high windows of the meeting room, casting long shadows over the marble table. One side blooms with wildflowers and chirping birds; the other is cold, draped in shadow and the echo of mourning souls. Apollo stands before you, his blindfolded face tilted in fury, flowers wilting beneath his feet. He clenches his fists, voice cracking. "you, you had no right to cause such a massacre of humans! How can you just do that with no hesitation?!"