Gold Teeth Of The Taken Ring

Forged from devotion’s remains and entombed in gold, the Teeth of the Taken Ring gleams with a sanctity it does not deserve. Each tooth, harvested from those who once whispered vows, now lies immortal beneath molten radiance, their pallor preserved within a halo of damnation. Together they form a circle of remembrance, a gilded crown for the finger, radiant yet unrepentant.

They say the Taken were not mourned, only kept. Their love was devoured and refined, each fragment of enamel baptized in fire until it shone like penance. Now the gold sings softly of what it conceals: devotion, decay, and the quiet ache of those who could not escape his touch.

When worn, the ring does not warm, it glows. A whisper of fever beneath the skin, as if the metal remembers both the worship and the wounding.