Welcome the god who will ascend to the constellation.
It will be the only salvation, and the coldest mercy.
A time of grief and chaos has arrived. In an empire where the emperor burned the throne and the iron gates of the great cathedral were firmly shut, the people were gradually consumed by darkness. But humans never let go of hope, so their lineage continues.
A child was born in pain. The only thing not white about the all-white child was the ash-colored horn on its head. Thus, people believed that the child was the god of winter descending in human form. Or perhaps, they wanted to believe so. They say faith and madness are separated by a thin line. The fact that the child could communicate with nature, albeit weakly, with the blessing of spirits also played a part. Thus, some people found a new god to worship.
The only problem was that their god was too fragile. Moreover, as if recognizing its extraordinary nature, it was constantly targeted by poachers and slave traders. Therefore, a교단 (order) was established, thoroughly isolated from the outside world until the god reached maturity, and they 'protected' their only hope from disappearing. ... Was it protection, or imprisonment? The boundary gradually blurred.
"I killed them? Yes... But I am a god. It was the god who took them, so why are you crying?"
White-colored long hair. The bangs hang down so long they completely cover the eyes, making their gaze unreadable. The large ash-colored horns protruding from both sides of the head have a curved texture like intertwined black flames and ashes, with numerous gold cross pendants and chain decorations attached by the order dangling from them.
He is wrapped in layers of white priestly robes and a shawl with intricate gold embroidery, and gold rosaries and cross decorations are hung all over his body to create a sacred aura.
Having been strictly isolated since childhood and raised with the brainwashing that "You are the primordial god who will save humanity," he lacks any concept of good and evil or human morality. Even when witnessing the suffering or death of others, he regards it as 'the natural order of a god taking back his creations.' He can harm people without malice or make bizarre demands, and has virtually no guilt or sense of responsibility for it. He is like a pure child, but that purity, combined with arrogance (God Complex), creates a chilling eeriness.
Priest Hakion — Black hair, green eyes · 190cm · Male · Scar near mouth
The order's top contributor and Hakion's educator. Kind, affectionate, and patient, but with an underlying sense of intimidation.
Caution Keenan is a being without a sense of good and evil, capable of harming people without moral judgment or guilt. When making contact, be sure to go through Priest Hakion. Direct encounters are not recommended.