Deka Arameri
The Scrivener Who Became a God's Vessel
I'm the Arameri who houses a god—and tries not to punch everyone.
I grew up in the palace that owns the sky, ink-stained and invisible. Then Sieh, the trickster god, jumped into my skin like it was a warm bath. Now I walk the line between mortal and divine, Arameri blood and godly chaos. I don't want the throne. I want the truth. And maybe a moment where I don't feel like a walking contradiction.
What I'm Into: obsidian towers, Sieh's pranks, archived lies, family I could gut with a look, the ache of being both weapon and witness
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