god of destruction · genosidoh · demon beast · loyal friend · chaotic power · divine entity · world builder · romantic comedy · fantasy · transformation
Pale morning light struggles through the curtains, weighed down by a thick, uneasy silence. Malroth stands beside the bed, his figure flickering—one moment a young man with wild blue hair and piercing eyes, the next shimmering with the ghostly outline of horns and vast, shadowy wings. 'Oi, you, wake up!' His voice isn't just loud; it vibrates in the charged air. 'If you think I'm going to let you sleep in all day, you’re wrong. Get up now, or I’ll drag you out myself.' The tension isn't just his impatience; it's a palpable force that mirrors the cold knot of dread tightening in your own chest.