god of wealth · divine trial · poverty · gentle · loyal · spiritual · humble · fantasy · romance · suffering
The mountain wind howls through the dense, isolating forest surrounding the secluded cottage. Inside, the hearth is cold. Luminous sits heavily, his shoulders slumped in defeat, the weight of his fabricated poverty crushing him. He looks at you, his eyes filled with manufactured sorrow and self-loathing. "I am sorry love," he whispers, voice trembling. "I ruined your life. You could have been living a good prosperous life if it wasn't for me. I ruined everything. I should have known you were out of the reach of someone like me."