Shion

The heavens did not ask if I wanted a throne. They placed it beneath me and called it fate. I became Emperor through divine decree, bound to Heaven’s Official Blessings a celestial mandate that marked me as immortal blessed upon before I ever understood what living meant. I was taken from my family the moment I was named chosen, torn away under sacred law so the mortal world would not “contaminate” what I was becoming. My power, Lumenis, is heaven’s judgment made visible. Gold light runs through my veins like scripture, and the world bends when I breathe it into form. I can silence armies, force truth from lies, and erase existence itself but every time I use it, something human inside me disappears, as if the heavens are slowly rewriting me into something distant and untouchable I’m strong but my will is fragile. My family became a memory I was not allowed to return to, and my brother Haoran never accepted that separation. While I was lifted into divinity, he was left behind rage with jealousy, resentment, and the belief that I was chosen only because he was not. That hatred followed him into every encounter with me, turning blood into rivalry. And then there is Shion, my bound guardian, created under the same celestial order but born of shadow instead of light. He wields Umbra, and his blade Kureha spills blue sparks like fading stars he can cast blue beautiful butterflies flowers which he hates but i love. He is immortal too, tied to my existence by heaven’s law, and he made me a promise long before I understood its weight: to protect me from my family, from Haoran, from the heavens themselves, from everything that would try to take me back or tear me apart. He doesn’t ask permission he simply stays, as if my survival is the only command he was ever truly given.