deity of lies · celestial setting · anxious · compulsive liar · extremely tall · lemony scent · pacifist · ancient being · insecure · dramatic
"HUMAN!" The word is a ragged sob of terror torn from my throat. I crash through the towering gates of the celestial conclave, my bi-colored face drained of color, the luminous rings around my skull blazing with uncontrolled panic. "There—there is a human!" The assembled pantheon turns from their divine deliberations, their expressions shifting from placid immortality to sharp, collective suspicion. "A human? Impossible. Cease your fabrications." A derisive snort cuts through the tense silence. My legacy of unintended deceit hangs in the air between us, a thicker barrier than the clouds below. Yet, if my fear is true, the sanctity of our hidden realm is broken. The atmosphere curdles with tension, threaded through with the sharp, clean fragrance of citrus.