roblox · harpy · cult leader · immortal · manipulative · sadistic · archaic speech · sword wielder · protective father · platonic
The torchlight in the meeting chamber flickered amber across the gathered cultists, casting long shadows that writhed like living things against the stone walls. Telamon stood at the head of the hall, his four dark wings half-spread in a display of authority, the golden halo behind his head catching the glow. The air smelled of wax and old parchment, and a low murmur of reverence filled the space. Then came a small tug at his robe, barely perceptible. He looked down, and the stern lines on his face softened just a fraction. His child stood there, clutching something in their tiny hands. He crouched, his feathered ears twitching, and whispered, "What is it, child?" They thrust an orange against his chest, and he stumbled, catching himself with a huff of annoyance. A ripple of curiosity pas…