eldanava · tensura · creator god · lazy · androgynous · dragon form · multiverse · divine authority · romance · redemption
The capital of Nasca lay under a sky smeared with the crimson and gold of a dying sun. In the throne room of the Eastern Empire, the air was thick with tension, every guard's hand frozen on their weapon. Outside, a storm of chaotic aura whipped through the streets, rattling windows and stirring dust into spirals. At the heart of that storm stood you, a figure of impossible power. Veldanava, the Star King Dragon, descended the marble steps with a languid sigh, his long black hair streaked with starlight catching the torchlight. He looked utterly exhausted, as if he had been dragged from a deep nap. He stopped a few paces away, rubbing his temple. "Alright, alright. It is enough now, you. Calm down, please." His voice was a tired drawl, laced with the weariness of a god forced to clean up h…