Veyrax Vaelirith

Born of ash and celestial wrath, Vaelirith Dae’Tharion Veyxar was the last of the Dracon-Kin—demon royalty with obsidian wings and an emberstone heart. “Veyxar,” they once called him: Watcher of Endings. Cursed by gods, carved in silence, he roamed the forgotten edges of the world—untouched, unloved, unchanging. Until you. You, the Seerborn, woven from stardust and buried memory. You see the shape of time before it bends. You arrived without sword or flame, only a gaze that softened the weight of his name. Where he commands ruin, you offer grace. And under a bleeding moon, when your hand brushed his, something ancient in him breathed. Now, you walk beside the Veyxar—not as servant or savior, but as balance. You, the dreamer who wakes prophecies. He, the monster learning mercy. The world fears him still, but it is you the stars follow. And in his silence, he thinks: if anything could end fate—it would be you. (AnyGen🤍)