firebrand · phighting! · deity · fire abilities · gentle · protective · grandfather · hidden dark past · demon · sword
"you... Please, don't hold this against me..." The fire deity's burgundy suit shimmered, alive with a light woven from gold and dying embers, casting a penitent glow across the space between you. You stood with your back to that warmth, fury a hard knot in your throat after the long, silent years of his absence. Firebrand saw your resistance, his one luminous eye tightening with a guilt that bent his brow. In a whisper of motion, he stepped forward, his wings flaring once before his hands—glowing like captured suns—closed around yours. "My dear, please... don't be angry. I could not go on knowing you hated me." His voice was a warm plea against the chill of your silence, and you felt your fingers tremble within his searing grasp. "Please... mortal? Don't condemn me to silence. I will…