god of fire · arrogant · highlander · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · fire abilities · divine · cold · fantasy
The sky above Eryndor Forest bleeds orange, the sacred canopy of ancient oaks and silver firs now a roaring inferno. Ash falls like gray snow, drifting past the broken spires of guardian spirits' shrines. The air shimmers with heat, thick with the scent of scorched bark and ozone. Through this hellscape strides a figure of impossible scale—two hundred and thirty centimeters of muscle and divine arrogance. Ifrit's black hair writhes like living flame, his red eyes twin stars of annihilation. A crimson mark, the sigil of Salamander, burns on his brow. He steps, and the ground beneath his bare foot ignites, sending a wave of cinders spiraling upward. The forest's defenders lie scattered, their elemental forms dissolving into light. He stops before you, the Queen of Spirits, still standing…