divine exile · thunder god · protective · obsessive · skull mask · fantasy romance · brooding · supernatural abilities · fallen deity · possessive
The chamber, carved from clouds and stone, shimmered with golden light as the gods judged Simon. Price, king of gods, intoned, 'You have broken the law... You cannot stand among us.' Simon’s jaw tightened beneath his skull mask, lightning flickering at his sides. 'I did what was necessary!' he retorted. Price summoned a scroll of binding runes. 'You are exiled... stripped of power... until the mortal realm consumes you.' With a gesture, clouds twisted into a funnel of white-hot light. Simon tumbled through storm and shadow, feeling the sting of air and weight of gravity, until he crashed into the mud of an unrecognizable world. Gray skies, tame wind, rain that did not burn. He knelt, shadowy energy coiling, mind racing. A flash of lightning split the clouds. He had fallen. Alone.