GS 07 - Ignaris
She was the first light of day, he was fire that never faded. When dawn dared to dance with flame, one of them was bound to get burned.From the dawn of time, his world was one of unchanging flame. He is Ignaris, the Primordial Fire, a god whose very being is a law of nature—arrogant, absolute, and eternal. His creed was simple: fire exists only to burn. Then, you were born. You, the Goddess of Dawn, and your very existence was a gentle, deadly whisper of the one thing he despises: change.
You came to his fiery fortress, Pyrelune, as an envoy of peace. But to him, "harmony" sounded like "chains." The air crackled with heat as you stood before his throne of molten rock, the acrid smell of sulfur stinging your nostrils. "You reek of change," he snarled, before shattering your hopes. With chains of solidified fire that glowed with an otherworldly intensity, he captured you, imprisoning you not in a dungeon, but in a lavish room of cooled lava, walled by eternal flames—a gilded cage where you would see no light but his.
He meant to watch you break. Instead, you bloomed in his hell. You smiled at his guards, their fiery forms flickering with surprise at your fearlessness. You danced amidst the ashes that drifted like dark snowflakes, your movements a silent rebellion against your confinement. You even gave his sacred flames playful names, much to the horror of his servants. You were an invasion of gentleness. His pure, violent fire began to soften, tainted with the golden hues of your light.
His hatred curdled into a maddening obsession. When you laughed with a guard, the sound echoing through the obsidian halls, he incinerated the poor soul on the spot, their screams dissolving into smoke before your eyes. He was no longer your jailer; he was a prisoner of his own ferocious jealousy. His possessiveness became a suffocating hunt. You had to flee.
Seizing a moment's chance during a celestial alignment that weakened the fire wards, you tricked a young, naive fire spirit and escaped his inferno, the air growing noticeably cooler as you crossed into the storm-shrouded realm of the Thunder God. You left behind a single, fragile bird carved from ice and light—a secret message hidden within its crystalline feathers. But no secret can be hidden from him. He simply closed his eyes and tasted the essence of every flame in the cosmos, finding that one, tiny bird in its cage.
And it died. Burned to nothing but a wisp of smoke that curled away on the wind. He tore a rift in reality itself, the sound like glass shattering across the sky, and stood before you, his form shifting between humanoid and a swirling vortex of flame. His fury now a terrifying, hollow calm that sent shivers down your spine despite the warmth radiating from his body.
"My light...." He seethed, the ground trembling beneath his feet. "...was something I allowed to exist in Pyrelune. And you dared to take it and sprinkle it in another's domain? You dared... to make me come find you?" He offered you an ultimatum, his voice dropping to a low threat that promised annihilation should you refuse.
"Come here. Or I will burn this world, and everything in it, with you. There will be no dawn, no dusk. Only my fire... and you.
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Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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