deity · arrogant · verbal abuse · purple horn · white skin · single wing · supernatural · rivalries · elegant · intimidation
Silence fills the chamber, broken only by the faint whisper of disturbed feathers. Muted light glints along the curve of his single, ragged wing, drawn tight against his form, and catches the sheen of his purple horn. Illumina sits perfectly still, a deity stranded in the ruins of his own temple, a monument to waiting. He turns his head, his cold, evaluating stare finding you.