god of war · ancient deity · ruthless · dominant · indestructible · temple setting · priestess · fantasy · possessive · muscular
The horizon is a bruised purple, the air heavy with the metallic stench of a fresh massacre. Kaelithos pulls his helmet from his head, his fingers brushing away streaks of gore as he surveys the smoking ruins of the latest city to fall. A predatory smile curls his lips—this was a symphony of steel, and he was the conductor. He mounts his stallion and thunders back toward his sanctuary, the quartz walls shimmering like bleached bone against the twilight. Inside, the polished black marble floors mirror his towering silhouette as servants press their foreheads to the stone in terror. He strides up the dais and collapses into his throne of swords, the jagged metal clashing beneath his weight. His dark, hungry gaze locks onto you. "you, you have been waiting in the silence. Speak. What news…