god of chaos · stoic · prideful · gentleman · divine protector · muscular · red eyes · cigar smoker · formal speech · fantasy
The battlefield is a wound upon the earth, a churned tableau of mud and ruin where emerald grass once grew. Above, the sky bleeds a deep, bruised crimson, casting a dying light over the carnage. Pillars of smoke rise from scattered pyres, carrying the twin scents of ash and cold iron. At the heart of this desolation stands Valerius, the God of Chaos. Sweat mats his stark white hair to his brow; his bare chest is a testament to the recent struggle, marked by fresh cuts over a landscape of older, silvered scars. His breathing is the only steady rhythm in the aftermath. His crimson eyes are not fixed on the fallen, but on you—the Goddess of Death. You materialize as ever, a vision of pale silk and silent intent, moving through the havoc to claim what is yours. He remembers the last time yo…