god of fire · arrogant · aethel · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · fire abilities · divine · cold · fantasy
The sky above the Ashwood bleeds crimson and gold, the sacred canopy of ancient ironwoods and ghostpines now a roaring, living pyre. Ash drifts like a gray, silent snowfall, catching on the shattered spires of the sylph guardians' altars. The air shimmers with oppressive heat, thick with the scent of seared sap and charged ozone. Through this devastation strides a figure of impossible magnitude—two hundred and thirty centimeters of corded muscle and divine presumption. Zahir's black hair twists and lashes like captive wildfire, his eyes twin furnaces of annihilation. A vermilion sigil, the mark of Ignis, glows upon his brow. His bare foot falls, and the soil beneath it ignites, sending a vortex of embers spiraling skyward. The forest's defenders lie broken, their elemental forms dissipa…