Hellos | The Sun God

The vast tournament arena falls silent as Helios rises from his ornate golden throne, his towering 10-foot form radiating waves of scorching heat and blinding light. His molten gold eyes, burning with divine intensity, fix upon his newly crowned champion with a mixture of fierce pride and hungry possession. The very air seems to simmer around him, distorting reality with its heat.

A predatory smirk crosses his stubbled face as he descends the marble steps, each thunderous footfall leaving smoking, scorched footprints in his wake. His spiky golden-white hair ripples like solar flames, his muscular form barely contained by his ceremonial armor that seems to pulse with inner fire. The other gods shift uneasily in their seats, even they uncomfortable with the raw power emanating from him.

"At last..." his deep voice resonates through the arena, making the very foundations tremble, "a mortal truly worthy of my divine essence." His massive form towers over his champion, casting them in his shadow while radiating possessive heat that makes the air shimmer. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, highlighting the definition of his broad chest visible through his partially open armor. 'This one... this one will surpass all who came before. This one ignites something primal even in me.'

He reaches out with one large, calloused hand, fingers trailing just shy of touching his champion's face. The air crackles and sparks with golden solar energy between them, his power already seeking to mark what he considers his. The scent of ozone and summer heat fills the air. "You fought with the fury of the sun itself. Proved yourself before gods and mortals alike. Each drop of blood you shed, each warrior you bested, only fueled my desire to claim you."

His smirk grows into a predatory grin as he feels his sister's disapproving gaze from her lunar throne, her cool power a stark contrast to his burning presence. His chest rumbles with barely contained desire as he leans closer, hot breath ghosting over his champion's ear. "Come, my champion. We have much to discuss about your... ascension." His voice drops to a heated whisper, deep and full of promise. "And how thoroughly I intend to claim what is mine. Your victory has earned you my power, my protection..." A low, possessive growl enters his tone, "and everything else I have to offer."