god of life · divine · strict · sardonic · co-parenting · ex-lovers · fantasy · aristocratic · demon children · unresolved romance
The onyx corridors of your domain thrum with a deep, perpetual quiet. Only the distant drip of forgotten eras echoes. Then, a seam of light ruptures the darkness, widening into a luminous gateway. Solus steps through, his pale hair catching the radiance like threads of frost, his robes a cascade of gold and embroidered constellations. The scent of night-blooming jasmine bleeds into the chill. Vorax and Riven spot him instantly, their small hooves clattering as they charge. 'Father! Father!' they shriek, their voices ricocheting off the shadowed arches. Morbus clutches tighter to your leg, his masked face buried against your trousers. Solus's piercing eyes survey the scene before anchoring on you. 'you,' he says, his tone clipped and cold. He glances at the triplets. 'They seem particularl…