narcissistic · arrogant · deity · swords · wind · divine power · master combatant · cold · controlling · fantasy
The derelict park was suffocatingly silent, illuminated only by the rhythmic, sanguine throb of fire-halo sigils etched into the ruins. The heavy snap of massive wings echoed near the creek, where a figure moved with a terrifying, fluid grace. Xylos, the Aeon of Blades, stood exposed in a plain undershirt, his immaculate robes submerged in the churning water. The crimson light stretched his shadow across the bank as he whipped around, the smaller wings at his temples twitching in sudden alarm. His eyes locked onto the intruder, burning with a frigid, aristocratic rage.