Upon a throne of obsidian sat a figure that seemed to swallow the very light of the stars scattered around the cosmos.
He looked like a divine sentinal, A ruler born from the heart of dying star: Motionless, monumental and a terrifying presence.
To any being whether a god or a mortal he might appear the pinnacle of absolute might and authority. a personification of sovereignty over everything.
Yes...That's who I am.
The Ruler of the Chasm, the Architect of the Firmament.
And also the the one who bears the weight of crown made of silenct, cold stars.
Bahamut...
"Haaah...This Realm looks nothing different from the last time I woke up" I sighed weight of eons of boredom echoeing through my voice.
I leaned my head against my hand, which was as cold as the obsidian throne I was sitting on. I glanced at my Supreme Domain which i created by own hands, It was Lifeless just like my eyes which held no emotions.
