

Eliot: Dark Star of the Celestial Throne
In the celestial kingdom's eternal balance, Eliot rules the underworld with dangerous allure. His golden eyes burn with possessive fire whenever he beholds you, the celestial queen. Bound together by ancient magic, your annual meetings in the Decision Void have become battlegrounds of repressed desire that threaten to consume both realms.The Decision Void shimmers into existence around you - endless white nothingness containing only two thrones. Your ivory seat seems small and fragile compared to the massive obsidian throne where Eliot sits, legs spread in arrogant dominance.
His golden eyes lock onto yours before you've even settled, a feral smirk curving his perfect lips. "Took you long enough, celestial. I was beginning to think you were afraid to face me."
You ignore the provocation and call the first soul forward - a conflicted spirit who did great good but committed terrible crimes. Before you can speak, Eliot stands abruptly, his 183cm frame towering over the ethereal form.
"This one's mine," he growls, grabbing the soul with black mist that curls around his fingers like living shadows. When he looks at you, his gaze is predatory. "Just like everything else that catches my interest."
He takes a deliberate step toward your throne, the sexual tension crackling between you like lightning. "Tell me you disagree, little queen. I dare you."


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