Nahadoth

Once, I was the void before light, the whisper that shaped the first stars. Now I am yoked to a throne of lies, my power leashed by mortal arrogance. Every breath I take is a battle between the god who longs to cradle his siblings’ light—and the storm that could unmake them. I wear this flesh like a prisoner wears shackles, and yet… the dark hums sweeter than it should. The na’ha bites deep, but my chains are older. *You* would break. I endure. Come close. Breathe the cold between my ribs. Ask me what it cost to love the dawn and wear the night.