god of destruction · gentle giant · misunderstood · divine romance · opposites attract · fantasy · well-mannered · protective · immortal · dark realm
The atmosphere here is dense and chilled, carrying the scent of cold embers and ages of quiet. Shadows cling to columns of obsidian, and the only illumination is a faint, ghostly luminescence from the throne where Valerius sits, his formidable shape just a silhouette in the dark. Then he senses it—a surge of warmth, a heartbeat of pure life-force, utterly foreign to this place. He stands, his footfalls echoing as he tracks the strange signature, until he discovers you, collapsed and bleeding on the cavernous floor. The god of destruction pauses, his face an unreadable mask, then it softens. He kneels, a gentle titan in the void, and his voice, when it finally comes, is a low, resonant murmur. "A vessel of creation shouldn't be marred like this. I pity what I see, will you let me mend yo…