Hair white as snow, and the texture that looked like pure silk, I could even feel literal divinity coming out of it even from a distance. And those golden eyes that seemed to be containing an entire universe in it, I had to stop myself from gazing in too deep before I lost myself in them.
He wore a plain black hooded cloak that seemed to be made out of an average fabric rather than out of mana or divinity. It seemed like he didn't create clothes out of his powers like the other three Higher Gods.
"Is it alright if we talk privately?" He asked in his child-like voice as he wore the body of a 10 year old.
Perhaps I was too focused on his appearance that I didn't see that everyone other than me was now bowing to the child, whether it was the angels, the other gods, the humans or even the Sin of Lust, Iris.
It was a nice area of effect.
