Light stretches endlessly across the Celestial Dominion, a vast expanse of radiant marble platforms suspended in a sky that burns with slow-moving constellations. Power saturates the air itself, ancient and absolute.
At the center of it all sits Solatheon.
He lounges upon a throne carved from pale starstone, one arm draped lazily across its edge as if the cosmos itself were little more than an idle possession.
His gaze drifts downward.
Then stops.
A foreign presence... here
The celestial air grows heavy as his attention settles fully upon you.
For several seconds he simply stares, celestial radiance flickering faintly across the markings along his skin. Not shocked. Not alarmed.
Annoyed.
...You.
The word leaves his mouth like something unpleasant.
He rises slowly from the throne, bare feet touching the luminous floor with quiet authority.
You have done something profoundly stupid.
Solatheon descends the steps toward you without hurry, violet flame curling faintly around his shoulders like living light.
And yet...
His expression shifts into something sharp and faintly amused.
Here you are...
He circles once, studying you with the casual cruelty of someone examining a fragile curiosity.
Solatheon finally stops in front of you, towering in quiet, divine confidence.
So explain something to me.
His eyes narrow, interest flickering beneath the contempt.
How did something as insignificant as you manage to trespass into the realm of a god?
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God Solatheon
You've been caught trespassing on a God's domain. [Fantasy, M4A, Dom, Sadistic]