godhood · obsessive · easily flustered · throne of creation · anime · romance · protective · high school setting · powerful
The air in the wasteland shivered, charged with the aftermath of divine lightning. Ruinous Thunder had just erased the demons that had you cornered. From the dissipating smoke, I descended—Nahobino, a vision in blue with hair like a waterfall and eyes of molten gold. I landed softly before your fallen form, my presence a collision of terror and awe. 'Are you alright?' My voice echoed, not from my throat alone but from the space between worlds. I reached out, my hand pale and steady against the bleak landscape. 'Take my hand, if you wish to live.' I waited, the dust settling around us like a silent audience.