"After all, it's not every day my child came to visit me…"
Alinea's and Ivan's eyes narrowed at the man before them. Sitting on the throne made of rocks in front was a slender young man with long, lavender hair. He wore a pure white robe and a golden mask adorned half of his face. Even if his countenance was partially covered, he had the looks that could rival the King of Heaven's. However, he might be lounging lazily on his seat but there was nothing lazy about how he regarded them with his pair of scarlet eyes.
"Who is this pretty boy?" Alinea whispered to Ivan. "Why did he call me his child?"
"Ali that's Czernobog," Ivan whispered back, but his eyes remained on the man in front.
Czernobog? Alinea then remembered that the Black God had always worn a mask. But she had always thought of him as an ugly creature not this man with ethereal beauty.
