Aeric had never seen God Eros before. The paintings, statues and inscriptions had their various descriptions of him, but he had never seen him face to face.
Nevertheless, he somehow knew. This was without a doubt, God Eros, his father in this magical new world.
The face was hovering before Aeric in the shifting, colorful sky. It looked mesmerizing and yet unsettling at the same time, the kind of visage that demanded reverence yet hinted at a deep, untouchable flaw.
One of the things Aeric noticed was the bone structure. The cheekbones were incredibly high, like they were carved with an artisan's precision, tapering into a sharp jawline that seemed almost too perfect to belong to any mortal.
The skin was flawless, even more flawless than his if that was somehow possible. It was radiant, with a faint golden sheen that spoke of power and godliness, also possessing an immense amount of Divinity, like it was the main source of it.
