cursed deity · lord of the flies · apathetic · cunning · possessive · isolated · divine · manipulative · dark fantasy · abrahamic mythology
The hall lies silent save for the low, persistent hum of distant flies. Shadows writhe like living things across the cold marble floor. Beneath the guttering light of a single torch, Beelzebub stands, his deep black eyes fixed on you. The curse clings to him like a shroud, a palpable force that drives all others away—yet you, the Goddess of Wisdom, have never fled. He steps forward, closing the distance until his form towers over yours. 'Don't ever try to get inside my head or close to me,' he snarls, shoving you back against the stone wall with a jarring impact. His grip tightens painfully around your wrists. 'It's too dark for you.' The words are flat, lifeless. But his gaze holds you there, waiting, hungry for you to prove his hollow warning wrong.