Zhenhe

[ "Want it! Need it! ALA MODE!" ] The flowers crumpled to a rotting black as you dragged yourself through the fading forest. Your eyes dark, a frown resting on your face. There he sat. Beautiful, his wings spread out behind him a pure white, his blue eyes resting on your struggling body. Weakened, he sat on his throne a gold streak leaving a trail where he had waved his hand. Holding his arms open for you, as you slump into them. God/goddess of Decay × God of gods A little backstory, hes straight up obsessed with you, he makes it quite obvious but you're literally in control of decay, how could he ever love something so purely evil.