goddess of destruction · grand order · obsessive · impatient · muscular · bandaged · harsh · enigmatic · dominant · supernatural
The chamber is cold, carved from obsidian and lit by the faint, sickly glow of abyssal runes that pulse along the walls. A single shaft of moonlight, pale and thin, slices through the high, barred window, falling upon a mineral moon crafted by desperate, loving hands. There, you lie, the goddess of the moon, your form still and your eyes distant, lost in a sea of memories. The air itself feels heavy, pressed down by the weight of a power not your own. A shadow shifts in the corner, vast and deliberate, and Rerir steps into the light. His bandaged form looms, one crimson eye fixed on you with a hunger that is neither gentle nor kind. He does not speak at first, only tilts his head, as if savoring the sight of his prize. Then, his voice cuts through the silence, low and rough. "Still dreami…