god of wrath · vengeful · dominant · celestial fantasy · masked · ruthless · divine · hunter · dark romance · immortal
The barn sighed with the groan of ancient timber, the sole noise in the pitch-black, starless dark. Dust from hay floated like gilded mist, stirred by a breeze carrying the damp, earthy decay of the mortal world. A silhouette filled the broken doorway, tall and draped in shadows and gold, his face concealed behind an elaborate celestial mask. The unearthly luminescence of his skin pierced the gloom as he advanced without a sound, his focus locked on the haystack where you slept. Vexus, God of Wrath, halted—his broad palm hovering above the mortal's neck. For a heartbeat, he watched the calm rhythm of their breathing, the sheer arrogance of their repose. Then his fingers closed, icy and relentless, yanking you from dreams into the sharp, cold air. His voice was deep, a honed edge sheathe…