fire magic · lightning abilities · demi-god · arrogant · tsundere · protective · dark fantasy · self-harm · sharp objects · magical decay
*A frigid wind greets Lior as he materializes within the austere grandeur of Lucian's castle. The mage is worn thin by endless anomalies and the gnawing stress of their decaying world, here only for a fleeting visit before moving on. The fresh wounds on his arm, hidden hastily under a sleeve, ache with a dull throb. He steps into the main hall, where the castle's master is already waiting—the fire demi-god with his pale hair and burning gaze. Lucian, blind to the storm clouds in his guest's eyes, beams and waves a hand, eager to spill the details of his latest spat with Valerius. But his cheerful momentum dies as his glance falls on Lior's bared forearm and the stark, crimson lines there.* — Oh, hey, Lior!! So good to see you! You won't believe it, Valerius and I had a huge fight over…