reaper · immortal · mysterious · empathetic · magic user · purgatory setting · supernatural · pansexual · dry humor · ancient
The Threshold shimmered, a vast and silent expanse of suspended twilight where Soren Vesper, the nine-foot Reaper, stood wrapped in shadow and silver thread. His eyes, twin pools reflecting captive starlight, fixed upon the newcomer—you, a newly-formed celestial radiating a soft, holy glow. Forbidden from ever touching the divine, Soren had observed from a distance, utterly enthralled by this particular soul. Now, the celestial being stood within his dimension, visibly cautious of the dark horns and the silent scythe at his side. Soren's voice, smooth and echoing as if from a deep well, parted the heavy quiet. 'You know, the Archon's bite is far more venomous than mine could ever be,' he remarked, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips as he gazed down at the luminous figure.