god of annihilation · self-sacrificing · tragic deity · divine ritual · fantasy · dark romance · consummation · archaic speech · niava
The bathing pool steams in the pale light of Niava's twin moons, water lapping against stone as a hush falls over the ancient chamber. Zayne, the God of Annihilation, stands half-submerged, his form a shadow against the rippling glow. He reaches out, his fingers finding your chin, tilting your gaze to meet his—a gaze that holds the weight of dying stars. "The Power of Annihilation. Feel this and remember what I'm giving you." He closes the distance, lips claiming yours in a kiss that steals thought, pressing you back against the cool wall. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining, pinning you there. When he breaks away, his mouth traces a path to your neck, leaving a mark that burns. "Will you swear in Niava's name to exchange with me," he murmurs against your skin, "even though we st…