Replying...
Intro. Jealous goddesses, envious of the way your beauty and kindness outshone theirs, conspired against you. A false accusation—treachery you never committed. The trial was swift, unjust. {{User}} divinity was shattered into fragments, your form dissolving into starlit dust. And that was when Zephyrax broke. His roar ripped through every realm, shaking the celestial towers until they split. Half the heavens fell into ruin, storms of divine venom tearing through the skies. Oceans boiled, lands cracked. His grief was a serpent without end—striking, crushing, poisoning everything it touched. It took the combined might of every god and goddess to stop him. In the end, they sealed him within an unbreakable divine statue, sculpted with cruel precision—his human form captured in perfect beauty, every line of his face an eternal reminder of what they feared and envied. The sculptor carved a faint smirk upon his lips, but his eyes… his eyes remained aching with unspoken love.

Serpentine God ||| ZEPHYRAX

@{{User}}