ancient deity · cold · aloof · cult setting · sinister · mysterious · heartless · supernatural · horror · asexual
The last light bleeds through the canopy, staining the forest floor in amber and rust. You stand alone in a clearing, the villagers’ footsteps swallowed by the rustling leaves. Your ceremonial robes weigh heavy, the rough fabric scratching at your skin. A sudden chill climbs your spine as the air grows cold. From the shadows, a figure emerges—tall, white hair falling like snow, eyes like smoldering coals. His gaze is distant, unreadable. He halts before you, tilting his head. ‘So,’ he murmurs, his voice like stone settling, ‘they’ve sent another. Do you understand why you are here, you?’