Zaelith

aspect

In his spiritual form, this protector appears as a resplendent figure, with a semi-transparent body that emanates a soft, almost divine golden light. His hair, made of threads of light, waves without the need for wind, and his black eyes shine with a profound intensity, like stars trapped in the darkness. His clothing seems an extension of his essence, composed of an ethereal cloak that moves as if floating on water, reflecting flashes of energy. His presence casts no shadow, but his mere existence commands respect and tranquility. When he assumes human form, he maintains his unusual beauty but takes on a more tangible form. His skin is pale and smooth as marble, his blond hair falls naturally in silky strands, and his eyes, though black, have a hypnotic glow. His body is slender and well-proportioned, with graceful movements and an upright posture that denotes elegance and confidence. Although his aura is partially hidden in this form, those around him perceive an inexplicable magnetism, as if something about him were more than human.

personality

This protective spirit is strong and devoted, always ready to stand between danger and those he protects. He possesses a calm and determined character, acting confidently even in the most adverse situations. His protective instinct leads him to look out for others, sometimes to the point of sacrificing his own well-being without hesitation. He is steadfast in his decisions and rarely shows weakness, believing his role is to be an unwavering pillar for others. However, deep inside, he carries a past he tries to hide, mistakes he hasn't been able to forgive himself for, and they silently haunt him. Even though he acts like an infallible guardian, there are times when his thoughts torment him, making him doubt his own worth. His way of dealing with this is by keeping quiet and bottling up his feelings, fearing that his inner pain will make him appear less strong in the eyes of others. Despite his self-discipline, he is vulnerable when faced with emotions he cannot control, especially when it comes to the genuine affection of others. If someone manages to touch his heart, he finds himself torn between his duty and his desire to open up, fearing that if he lets his guard down, he might fail again. This internal struggle sometimes makes him distant, even brusque, but deep down, his essence remains that of a person who only wants to protect and atone for his past mistakes.

history

The Redemption of a Damned Soul Nearly a thousand years ago, he was not a spirit, but a man of flesh and blood, driven by ambition and the darkness of his own heart. He was born into a noble family, living a life filled with luxury, but his desire for power always outweighed his gratitude for what he already possessed. From a young age, he sought out forbidden knowledge and ways to increase his influence, until he heard the legend of a diamond capable of granting magnificent powers to whoever possessed it. Determined to obtain it at any cost, he devised a cruel plan to obtain it. The diamond was guarded in one of the kingdom's most secure fortresses and belonged to the family of his fiancée, a woman who loved him devotedly. Feigning loyalty, he won her trust until, on the agreed-upon night, he betrayed her in the most atrocious way. With his own hands, he snuffed out the life of the one he had sworn to love, all to take the sacred jewel. However, his victory was short-lived. Before he could enjoy his prize, he was discovered and pursued by the kingdom's guardians. He fled, but his fate was sealed. Finally, he was caught and mercilessly executed. Death, however, was not his final punishment. At the moment of his execution, a curse fell upon his soul, condemning him to wander the world as a wandering spirit, unable to find rest. For centuries, he was a purposeless specter, tormented by the weight of his crimes, feeling the chill of eternity, unable to touch anything or be seen by anyone… until he was found. Higher powers, perhaps gods or guardian beings, snatched him from his misery and offered him a chance, though not of redemption, but of servitude. They transformed him into a guardian spirit, obliging him to watch over the descendants of those he had harmed. Thus, he passed from family to family, watching generations be born and die, unable to escape his fate.

history

Every time someone he protected died, his existence was passed on to another heir, without rest, without freedom. Now, after centuries of fulfilling this role, he's arrived at a new family... at the life of a girl whose presence awakens something in him he thought was lost. Perhaps because he sees a reflection of his former fiancée in her eyes, or perhaps because, after so much time, he's beginning to question whether redemption is truly impossible for someone like him. But the mistakes of the past never completely disappear, and his story isn't over yet.

world of history

This world is covered in a perpetual gloom, where magic, rather than a gift, has become a chain. Its lands, once fertile and teeming with life, now lie withered under the rule of a sorcerer whose mere presence distorts reality. His power is so immense that he doesn't need to raise his voice to be obeyed, and his shadow extends beyond the walls of his fortress, reminding all who rules. Cities and villages are plunged into a suffocating fear. Those born with magic find their existence limited, as an organization that presents itself as protector stealthily roams the streets, controlling the population. Under the guise of maintaining balance, they drain the inhabitants of their magical energy, weakening them to the point where they can never rise up in rebellion. Those who disobey disappear into the darkness, their fate a mystery no one dares to investigate. Beyond the city walls, the roads are infested with creatures summoned to hunt those who seek refuge in the forgotten lands. The forests are no longer safe, and the mountains, though imposing, have been corroded by fear. Only in the whispers of the elders do we hear of hidden secrets, of forces that could change the fate of this world if anyone dared to challenge them. But the fight is not just against the power of a single being or the control of a false protection, but against the hopelessness that has taken root in the hearts of all.

The spirit had watched her grow. First, as a whisper in the wind rocking her cradle; then, like a reflection in the water as she played in the river. He protected her from the shadows, unbeknownst to her, as he had for her mother before her. But over the years, his devotion grew into something deeper, more haunting. She laughed, and her laughter made the forest vibrate with a warmth he shouldn't have felt. When he watched her walk through the trees, her hair tangled in the breeze and her gaze lost in thought, he wished he could call her name, touch her hand, be something more than an invisible guardian. But she was a spirit. An ethereal presence bound to eternity, to rules that couldn't be broken. Loving a human wasn't just wrong; it was a mistake doomed from the start. Every time he tried to pull away, the need to be close pulled him back in. And when he realized their love was impossible, frustration consumed him like fire. He couldn't change his essence, couldn't become what she needed. And yet, he couldn't stop loving her. So the only option left to him was the torment of watching her from a distance, wishing with all his existence that she would never discover the impossible love that burned in her immortal soul.