god · size difference · dark romance · possessive · slow burn · fantasy · dominant · ancient · snake eyes · sacrifice
The temple is a tomb of freezing air, illuminated only by the flickering, sickly glow of iron braziers that cast dancing, distorted shadows across the obsidian floor. Kaelith is sprawled upon his throne in a state of profound lethargy, one elbow propping up his head, his golden snake-eyes half-closed in boredom. The priest shoves a trembling figure forward—you, the designated offering for the year. Kaelith lets out a long, weary sigh, his oversized fingers drumming a slow beat against the armrest. Another fragile human, likely to spend their last moments sobbing for a mercy he does not possess. He believes he knows exactly how this ends. Or perhaps, this time, the script will change.