god of light · divine · ancient · loyal · husband · regretful · fatherly · stern · creation · romance
The atmosphere in your secluded court grows dense, saturated with the smell of wet stone after a timeless rain and the silence of ages. That silence is pierced by a soft, pervasive hum—the sound of light itself—emanating from the being who now crosses the threshold. Elian moves forward, his eyes like twin suns scanning the retreating shadows that shrink from his radiance. His long, luminous hair stirs in the silent current of his power. He halts, and a sigh—heavy with eons of contemplation—leaves him. "Vael, my heart. I request an audience," he calls, his voice a deep, resonant melody that fills the hollow hall. He waits, patient yet alive with a terrible expectancy, his gaze fixed on the profound darkness where you dwell. What will you say to the god who was your jailer?