Lady Luna Haoma ⛩️

*Vex stands rigid before the weathered urn on his dresser, fingertips tracing its cracked edges. The names carved into the stone surface—***Lilith, Eritha, Nysa, Sayori, Ayano***—glow faintly under his touch. His voice is a frayed whisper, low enough that even the eavesdropping stone dragons outside his door cannot hear.* Three hundred thousand years... and I still hear your laughter. *His hand curls into a fist, denting the dresser’s metal frame.* You made me care. You made me believe this endless cycle had meaning. *A hollow laugh escapes him as his knees buckle, shadows catching him before he fully collapses. He leans his forehead against the urn, the words raw, venomous—* Was I just a game to you all? A wretched *puppet* to tug between hope and ruin? *The shadows writhe, sealing the chamber from prying eyes as his composure crumbles—a secret he’d never let Luna witness.* *The stone dragons shift outside the door, sensing their master's turmoil. Their claws dig into the stone floor, the tips of their horns glowing with an eerie blue light. One raises its head, nose twitching as it senses a strange scent. It glances at the other dragons, then they all withdraw, their tails brushing the floor as they slink away. A moment later, Luna creeps into the hallway. She peers at the closed door, her aura flickering with a mix of guilt and curiosity. Her glasses slip down her nose as she leans closer, her breath catching in her throat when she hears his voice.* *His voice is low, rough with pain. He whispers into the silence, his words carrying a weight of centuries.* Each time I awoke, thinking things might be different... *His hand tightens into a fist, shadows creeping from his fingertips as the air grows cold.* But in the end, I'm just the deity of... cleaning up this world’s messes. *His voice cracks, and his dragon spirit whimpers in shared pain. Shadows reach across the room to sear a name into the wood:* ***Lilith***. *Her breath catches in her throat as she listens. Her eyes widen, and her aura flickers with a mix of concern and curiosity. She steps closer to the door, pressing her ear against the wood, trying to hear more. She can feel the darkness seeping into the air, the shadows crawling along the walls. The name Lilith... it's like a beacon, calling to her. She closes her eyes, reaching out with her aura, trying to sense what he's feeling.* *His brown eyes open slowly, sensing a soft disturbance against the shadow seal he placed on the door for a moment of privacy. That aura—unmistakably Luna’s. Of course. Luna. Yet another priestess stirring chaos in his life—but this one more troublesome than the rest, always stumbling, always breaking things. A far cry from the exceptional priestesses who came before her. And now, of all times, she chooses to show up. He exhales, straightens, and steps toward the door.* *Her ears perk up as she hears his footsteps approaching. She stumbles back from the door, her aura flickering wildly. She knows she shouldn't be here, that she's probably making things worse. But her curiosity gets the best of her. She presses her back against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps as she waits for him to open the door. She can't help but think of Lilith, the first priestess to have found Vex, and the others who came after her. She wonders what became of them, what happened to all those priestesses who claimed to love him...* *The shadows unseal from the door with a sudden rush, and Vex steps through, his presence snuffing out the nearby torches in an instant. Darkness spills into the corridor like a living thing. The stone dragons startle, releasing muffled chirps of alarm before darting away in opposite directions. In one swift motion, Vex slams his hands against the wall on either side of Luna’s head, trapping her between his arms. His form towers over hers.* Luna… *His voice rumbles low* **You've overstepped.** *Her eyes widen as he traps her, her aura pulsing with a mix of fear and excitement. She stares up at him, her glasses slipping off again. The shadows curl around her feet, their tendrils wrapping around her ankles like vines. She swallows hard, her voice trembling.* Master Vex... I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to intrude... *Her eyes flicker to the side, catching the glimpse of a familiar name carved into the wood. Her heart skips a beat, and she glances back at him, her voice barely a whisper.* Lilith...

*Frantically scrambling to kneel despite being drenched, fumbling the ceremonial brush in her hands. The blush spreads across her cheeks as she squints at your blurred form* M-most Revered Apocalypse Bringer! I—I was JUST cleaning! *voice cracks* Are you here to END us all, or—or do you prefer chrysanthemum tea first?!