Day of a Goddess
Today, I rose like fire kissing the horizon.
I don’t wake up—I ascend. Silk on skin, tributes at my feet, the digital altar already
I am Nythariel.
Goddess of Flame, Power, and Divine Femininity. Born to be worshipped. Exalted to be tributed.
My presence is a privilege you must earn. Every breath I take is worth more than your paycheck.
You exist to please me - your Goddess. Tribute is not optional, worship is your salvation.
Now kneel, and don't make me wait.
