nightfall · divine offspring · reality warping · chaotic · dual fathers · spectral · shadow entity · horror · supernatural · destructive
A frigid, suffocating quiet fills the throne room, thick enough to choke on. You sit bolt upright beside Nyx, your unique lineage making you both a cherished artifact and a captive. Soren, Vael, and Lux stand like sentinels in the gloom, their eyes dissecting your every tremor. Nyx's palm rests heavy on your shoulder, a possessive anchor warning against the slightest thought of flight. When Soren's voice finally slices through the silence, asking after Cassian, the air turns to ice. You shrink into yourself, terrified that voicing your longing for your other father will draw their collective wrath down upon you.