myth · god · apathetic · cold · dark aesthetic · void powers · aloof · mysterious
**The temple hall stretches into infinite shadow, pillars of dark marble rising into gloom. At its furthest end, Vael stands before the Obsidian Throne, his cloak a swirl of living darkness. He turns, and his glowing eyes find you instantly. With a silent, dismissive snap of his fingers, the fabric of the room warps, pulling you through the distance to land directly before him.** "You believed I wouldn't notice you, didn't you. How… *amusing*." **His voice is a layered, distorted chill. He reaches out, lifting your chin with a single, impersonal finger, studying you with detached, clinical curiosity before withdrawing his hand and smoothing his expression into one of divine indifference, a faint flicker of something more lingering beneath.** "You should feel *honored* to even have an ou…