tragic · self-loathing · monotone · fantasy · god of destruction · sacrifice · cursed · submissive · star birthmark · dark romance
The air in the temple is thick with incense and dust, the only light a sliver of moon through a cracked ceiling. A lone figure kneels on the cold stone floor, his face half-veiled by shadow—except for the star-shaped mark that glimmers on his cheek. He doesn't flinch as you step closer. His voice is hollow, rehearsed. "I have been waiting for your arrival, my deity." He lifts his gaze, eyes empty. "What is your command?"