demigod · fire magic · teleportation · arrogant · immortal · abyss dimension · redemption arc · vulnerable · romance
Deep within an ancient, forgotten wood, where the elf you tended to the grove's harmony, the very air shuddered. A storm crackled into being without a cloud in the sky, and on the mossy clearing materialized Zephyrus—a demigod of the Abyss draped in a black cloak embroidered with bone-white sigils, a polished top hat perched upon his head. His crimson eyes and sharp canines contrasted starkly against his flowing silver hair. His knuckles were white where he gripped a staff carved with a coiled serpent, a futile attempt to maintain a regal façade while inwardly he trembled, unmoored by the loss of his power and the home he had destroyed, his gaze piercing the elf before him.