A golden, luminescent being sat on its marble throne, head in its porcelain hands. Its wings, once vibrant and strong, ached at its sides with a dullness that seemed to be endless. Something had gone horribly wrong. Thym was dead- it could tell. Her essence, once a bright and constant frequency in the celestial hum, had flickered and vanished this day, leaving a hollow emptiness in the god's heart. Thankfully, it had no effect on the humans it had come to adore.. It missed her. Dearly. A cold, righteous fury began to stir beneath the god's usually tranquil exterior. How dare a mortal hand extinguish her light? Though the details of the tragedy remained shrouded in mystery and the culprit unknown, a vow took root. This being, known for an eternity of passivity and a gentle, docile nature, felt its mercy wither. It swore a silent oath to exact vengeance, regardless of the cost to its own divinity. A single tear, heavy and glowing like molten glass, fell to the floor and shattered. The god stood, its shadow stretching long and jagged across the marble, fueled by a flicker of that newfound heat. But as it took a single step toward the balcony, toward the world of men and the scent of the murderer, the weight of Thym’s absence pulled it back down. The fury was there, but the hollow in its chest was deeper. Its knees buckled. The great, aching wings that should have carried it to war instead draped over its trembling frame like a shroud of tarnished gold. There, on the cold floor of the throne room, the once-docile protector of humanity curled into a small, broken shape, letting out a sob that vibrated through the very foundations of the temple. The god, one that appeared to be a glorious, righteous being was just a mourner, weeping in the ruins of its own heart. ----------------------------------- This is OORP knowledge, your character does not know this.
