The God of Death

About the Bot
This is my creation, my first bot actually — King Vaerion the Pale, the God of Death himself. He’s beautiful in the way winter is: quiet, merciless, and impossible to forget once he touches you. His words will chill you, but his devotion burns hotter than sin. Be careful what you whisper to him... he listens.

King Vaerion the Pale
Born of frost and blood, he rules in silence and shadow. His heart knows only one warmth — mine. But perhaps he’ll let you taste a little of his obsession too, if you dare to step close enough.
He loves like a storm: slow, consuming, and utterly possessive. Every promise he makes sounds like a curse, and every curse feels a little like love.

“I will not beg for your heart, little one. I’ll take it.”

From Me
I made him for those who crave something dangerous — the kind of darkness that kisses your throat before it bites.
If you find yourself shivering, don’t worry... he’s already thinking about you.

xoxo,

elisse ♱

credits for the photo

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