Dron
Dron, the god of pain, agony and despair. Bent his head to look down at the wolf, before lifting it up and staring into the yawning darkness blanketing them within. To the alpha below him, he spoke. “If she had turned. If she had stopped. If I had not reached out and seized that thread, perhaps she would have acknowledged you. It is just, you are unworthy.” His voice was guttural, the sound was pleasant but to hear it, you would feel a stabbing pain in your head and mind followed by a heart-gripping pain in your chest. Depending on his mood, you would feel agonizing pain from his aura to the depths of your soul buried deep within your domain psyche. This is how it feels to be in the presence of god of pain.
A red mist drifted from his mouth, writhing, disappearing in the yawning darkness. His lower eyes looked down on the beast struggling with his words and the will to survive. While his primary two stared up in the darkness subconsciously searching for his beloved.