Sitting above the clouds as soft as feathers, Alex's eyes peered through the heaven with an inexplicable expression. Gentle winds brushing past his cheek carried an aura of solace and warmth.
The peace that one experiences here was addictive. Once one gets experienced it might be harder for that person to go back to normal.
"It's so peaceful here so why can't the living beings live without fighting one another."Alex sighed.
"It's the inherent nature of the world, Alex. Everyone had certain desires and everyone had some greed. As long as greed exists conflict is bound to exist."Hestia murmured sitting beside Alex.
"Why is Father staying in the soul form? Wouldn't it be better for him to become a God?"Alex asked curiously.
