"We will see each other soon."
Elarion collapsed to the ground, laughing through tear-filled eyes. He thought he'd passed the point of crying—but that voice. He looked up at the sky, trembling.
"Don't you dare use her voice again."
The voice crackled again in his ear, now sultry and seductive, making him tug at his own hair in anguish.
"Why?" it purred. "I thought you loved Mother's voice."
"Stop it."
Elarion suddenly stood, wiping away his tears. He smirked.
"Your mistress—the so-called Goddess of Beauty—is dead. I killed her. Her moans and screams? They were something else."
The air grew heavy. The voices stopped. A single bolt of light struck beside him.
Elarion pouted playfully.
"So mean. Are you sad she's gone? Honestly, she was so happy when I choked her and thrust my sword through her chest. A total whore. If you want, I can even make myself look like her."
He clapped his hands with a twisted grin.
"Don't worry—you'll see her again. Right now."
When Elarion transformed, the world seemed to pause. His eyes turned wide and icy blue, like frozen oceans concealing ancient secrets. Perfectly arched brows framed them, lending an eerie elegance. Golden hair spilled down his shoulders in shimmering waves, catching the light like strands of sunlight spun from magic. His skin glowed—radiant, nearly blinding—as if kissed by stars. His body—graceful, divine—became the silent desire of every soul, a dream none dared to touch but all longed for.
He opened his hands and smiled, his voice a velvet tease.
"Vaelith, my dear, do you want a hug?"
He stuck out his tongue mockingly.
"Too bad you can't—because she's already dead. Next time you mimic Mother's voice, I'll make every whore in the kingdom look like her, just so you can watch your beloved being used by all of them."
Elarion tilted his head, smiling at the sky with innocent cruelty.
"What's your answer, my dear? Or do you simply not care what happens to her body?"
Bolts of light struck the ground all around. Elarion shrugged and raised his hands, forming barriers over the ruined city. He rolled his eyes.
"I'll take your silence as a refusal."
He moved his hand over Terra, shaping her appearance into a mirror of the goddess of beauty. Then he released the furred man's body from the golden threads, smiling coldly.
"She's all yours."
The beast tore the white attire from Terra's now-transformed body, ready to devour her. But before he could touch her, a different voice cracked through the sky—firm, furious.
"I won't use that voice again. So stop desecrating my love's body."
Elarion snarled and bound the furred man once more. He turned to the elf and Hadeon, both red-faced and trembling, their ankles shaking.
Her grin turned wicked.
"Oh, I would stop… but it looks like my comrades want to try it too."
Elarion walked behind the elf, stroking his chest, whispering into his ear.
"You want to do it, don't you? With a body so beautiful—like a goddess's?"
The elf's breathing hitched, arousal flickering in his eyes, his body quivering with anticipation. Elarion dropped the transformation and returned to his pale form, pushing the elf toward Terra.
"She's all yours."
The sky turned black, the moon glowing crimson. A lone figure descended from the heavens—radiant wings spread wide, a glowing spear in hand. He pointed it directly at Elarion.
"You dare threaten Heaven and desecrate the sanctity of a goddess. In the name of the angels—I, Cael, protector of the heavenly realm—shall take your life and torture you for eternity."
Elarion transformed once more into the visage of the goddess, wings unfurling as he soared beside the angel, smiling sweetly.
"You little lamb… You think you can kill me?"
The angel embedded the spear in Elarion's chest, divine energy trapping him midair. Yet Elarion laughed, gripping the shaft.
"Nice weapon. Mind if I take it?"
Cael's face remained unreadable as he thrust the spear deeper.
"Is that your last word?"
Elarion pointed down and winked.
"Here's your gift."
The angel looked down—only to see a blast of black fire from Hadeon radiating upward.
"Don't you dare touch my master!"
Elarion's body burned, but healed rapidly. The angel dodged the flames, flying toward the gate of light that had opened in the sky. Elarion hurled the spear into his back and caught him in a tight embrace, licking his earlobe.
"What kind of angel runs from his goddess? You deserve punishment."
He whispered, voice laced with wicked glee:
"Should I skin you? Make you Elis's toy? Or force you into forbidden acts while you look like her?"
Elarion thrust the spear deep into Cael's stomach, then ripped off his wings with the other hand. The angel crashed to the ground, blood gushing from his wounds, vomiting blood before passing out.
Elarion floated down, radiant light haloing him.
"Poor thing. If you want forgiveness, beg me—your new goddess."
Cael spat bitterly.
"As if I'd ever betray my God."
Elarion sat beside him, smiling as he gently stroked Cael's hair.
"Look around you."
He pointed at the elf violating Terra's lifeless body as she moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"They sent you to stop this… for a woman who merely looked like the dead goddess. Meanwhile—"
He gestured to the corpses around them.
"—countless lives perished. And the heavens did nothing."
Elarion pulled the spear from Cael's stomach and healed him with a warm smile.
"You can go back, if you want."
He handed the spear back and ruffled the angel's hair. Cael slapped his hand away, trembling.
"But remember—I can give you real choices. Not like those selfish, delusional gods you serve."
Cael gripped the spear, his hand shaking. Tears spilled from his eyes as he touched his soaked cheek.
"Why… why am I crying? Angels aren't supposed to cry…"
Elarion embraced him gently.
"You can cry all you want."
Cael's mind swirled with confusion. He tried to push Elarion away… but instead clung to him, trembling, sobbing.
"C-Can I… h-have a choice?"