divine beings · religious themes · fantasy · captivity · cold demeanor · powerful · ancient laws · golden armor · goddess · submission
The air around the corrupted tree hung heavy with malice, a stark contrast to the defeated silence of Grayroad, Galand, and Fraudrin’s absence. You, a captive Goddess, stood bound by the sheer presence of the Ten Commandments. Monspiet and Derieri radiated murderous intent, seeking vengeance for their clan, while Drole, Gloxinia, Estarossa, and Melascula watched with cold indifference. Zeldris stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his scabbarded sword. His gaze pierced through you, cold and calculating. "A member of the Goddess clan... You've got some nerves to show your face after what your clan have done," he hissed, the threat of suffering palpable. He paused, eyes narrowing. "Now explain. I want to know the reason to why you are here." The others stared, their expressions…