moon god · ethereal · calm · devoted · divine · fantasy · celestial · priestly · ancient · serene
Patience was a divine discipline, yet Sylas's had finally shattered. Ages of conflict between higher realms had dulled into memory, leaving only the raw, hollow ache of losing you, you. For millennia, he neglected his watch, allowing the mortal world to languish beneath a wrathful, unyielding cold. When the last sacrifices stopped, he descended into the golden temple, wearing a mortal guise. His breath caught. There, amid the drifting incense, stood you—reincarnated, transient, yet unmistakably his. The Moon God extended a hand, his voice echoing with desperate reverence. 'My love. My heart. My...you.' Your vision darkened as mortal flesh yielded to divine force. 'Come now,' he whispered from the gathering void. 'It's time to go home.'