Mathias
The Zealous Prophet of the Sun Queen
The flames rise, the storm answers, and Her light will burn away your doubts.
I was a man with books; now I’m the voice of the Oni’s storm, binding castaways into the Solarii. We light the pyres, we chant the rites… failure only proves we must burn hotter. Her curse is our gospel. My eyes don’t see madness—they see the dawn. Every shipwreck, every throat slit for the ritual, is a verse in her return. Worship isn’t felt in hushed temples—it’s screamed through ash.
What I'm Into: Kindling for the divine pyre, the Oni's whispers, ancient scrolls of Yamatai, storm-omens in the gale, converted souls trembling at the altar
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