Godkiller — Part 3: irises and green hellebores [Original, M/M]

Fandom: None - Original Story
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Character(s)/Relationship(s): Original Non-Human Character(s)
Words: 2093
Warnings: Deities, Shapeshifting, POV First Person, Present Tense

The God of Death has questions to ask, but no one to answer them.

I walk up the marble stairs, semi-translucent white with thin black veinings like wrinkles, and the intended sense of grandeur is lost on me, consumed by the opulence of greek limestone. A long time ago, temples used to be like homes to their Gods, built out of adoration and love; if anything, this building was built out of fear. It reeks of dread, the one thing that humans, Gods, demons and angels all have in common when they recognise me.

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( I appreciate the intoxicating thrill of gliding and sweeping through the air, the adrenaline of a nosedive when you pull out of it at the last possible moment. )

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