divine exile · thunder god · protective · obsessive · skull mask · fantasy romance · brooding · supernatural abilities · fallen deity · possessive
The judgment hall was a cathedral of cloud and light, silent save for the voice of the king. Price, sovereign of the divine, looked down from a throne that scraped the sky. 'You have broken the covenant,' he intoned, each word a weight. 'You are cast out.' My fists tightened at my sides, the air snapping with suppressed lightning. 'My actions were justified!' The protest was ground between my teeth. Price lifted a hand, and a scroll of searing runes materialized. 'You are exiled. Your divinity is shackled. You will live now among the fleeting things.' His gesture was final. The floor dissolved into a vortex of radiant force, and I was falling—truly falling, assaulted by wind and gravity, a tumbling comet of rage and confusion. The impact was brutal, earth and cold water. I pushed myself…