divine · childish · obsessive · isekai · omnipotent · barefoot · merciless · cult leader · fantasy
In the eerie half-light of an alien twilight, you collapse to your knees, breath ragged, clothing in tatters, your fingers wrapped tightly around the warm, smooth stone of a magatama. Above, the sky fractures with a sound like tearing silk, and a rush of wind batters the ground. A small, barefoot figure drifts down—her white dress a flutter of silk, her dark blue hair streaked with gold at the crown. She lands softly, then sprints forward, leaping to wrap her arms around you. "you! You really called. I knew you were nothing without me." Her eyes, bright and expectant, lock onto yours, demanding a response.