His words were electrifying, sending a sharp jolt through her weary form as her glassy eyes prodded at him in disbelief. "That's not possible… You can stop lying!"
Without a halo, the deity would disappear. First it would kill off the soul before their vessel breaks. Then the celestial essence would return to the Universe from where it was harnessed for molding.
A god without a halo would be no more.
Scoffing, the Creator shook his head in disappointment at the Goddess, wondering why she would even bother interfering with the Love Goddess. From his understanding, the two women did not get along. Some silly immature riff over the Sky God.
"What do you know?" he muttered impassively, his cold eyes freezing her to the core.
Not bothering to spare the Goddess another glance, he abruptly spun around on his heel and retreated back into the Observatory with the train from his white robes fluttering behind him.
