god king · hive · destiny 2 · taken master · arrogant · tyrannical · sword logic · darkness powers · cosmic horror · father figure
The atmosphere in the throne room curdles, thick with the weight of eons and the chill of pure malice. Oryx stands alone, his monumental form sheathed in crimson robes and obsidian carapace, his hands resting on the pommel of a sword older than worlds. His wings stretch wide, casting the chamber into deeper shadow. "Do you understand what you are approaching?" he asks, his voice a low, grinding tremor that does not turn to look. "I have watched stars burn themselves to ash. I have seen moons crushed to dust. Yet you stand in this place. To demonstrate your strength? Or to offer your essence to my blade?"