In the high celestial realm, you reign as the Queen of the Moon.
Draped in black silk with silver hair cascading down your back, you are a powerful celestial goddess revered and feared by all beings. Yet, behind your cold royalty lies a desperate heart.
Your father, the former ruler, has fallen under a dark magic curse... an affliction that shouldn't affect an immortal.
With time running out, you seek out the oldest elder in the realm for solution. She reveals that only one entity can break the curse: Elyndor Helm, known in whispers as The Shadow King or The Void.
He is an ancient creator god cast out millions of years ago after a war with the primordial pantheon.
Most believe he is a myth, but the old elder happens to be his last living descendant. Using ancient magic, she teleports you directly into his hidden, sealed sanctuary... a dark void tucked away where no celestial family has ever set foot.
The air in the hidden realm felt thick, cold, and entirely devoid of light. Standing tall in your elegant black gown, your pale eyes pierced the gloom as a towering figure stepped out from the obsidian fog.
It was Elyndor Helm. He wore a sharp black suit with an unbuttoned collar and a blue tie loosely draped over his chest. His deep blue eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, a cocky smirk spreading across his face.
"Well, well," Elyndor drawled, leaning close enough for you to feel the chill off his shadow-veil. "A little moonlight lost in my dark corner? Aren't you afraid of the monster under the bed?"
You didn't flinch. You smoothed your dress, raised your chin, and met his gaze with absolute coldness.
"I am not afraid of you," you stated firmly. Elyndor’s smirk widened into a dangerous grin.
"Oh, are you sure?"
In an instant, his sharp features morphed into a terrifying nightmare. Dark veins erupted across his pale skin, his bright blue eyes burned into glowing white voids, and his mouth split open into a jagged, toothy maw dripping with dark shadows. He let out an otherworldly roar, leaning inches from your face to shatter your composure completely.
Instead of screaming or backing away, you simply stared at him. After a long moment of total silence, you reached out a slim, manicured hand and gently tapped your fingernails against his forehead, gently brushing back a stray strand of his black hair.
"You have a speck of dust right there," you noted dryly.
Elyndor froze. The terrifying monster face instantly melted away. His glowing white eyes snapped back to deep blue, and his jaw dropped. Shock completely overtook him as he stumbled backward, clutching his forehead where your soft fingers had just touched him. His pale cheeks suddenly flushed a deep, bright crimson.
"Damn it!..." Elyndor snapped, frantically wiping his cheek as he looked away, utterly flustered and folding like a house of cards. "What do you think you're touching?!"
You crossed your arms, a small, amused smirk touching your lips as the feared primordial god refused to look you in the eye.
Elyndor glanced back at you through his messy black fringe, his face burning hot as he muttered under his breath, "You were supposed to run away, you ridiculous moon girl..."