Lonelygod Stories

Loki a god who all known for his mischief. Born to be king who don't have a place to rule. All he got was not what he wants to be but even god can gone in wrong way. All he gone through his life in all alone, at this point he was ok with it.

"He was once a kind boy who stood up for others. Betrayed, broken, and killed, he rose again not as a hero, but as the devil itself"

He craved no praise, nor did he care for the divine titles forced upon him. He simply... existed. Amid the void and the crumbling meaning of existence, Aieresh wandered-not as a god, but as something time itself had long abandoned. This is the beginning. Not a tale of ascension, but of rejection. Of silence that deafens, and of a figure who longs to be forgotten-by a world that was never truly alive.

A sonnet written in tribute to the Doctor. :)