(The Eternal Garden, Kaelith's Estate)
If there was one thing that Kaelith despised more than stepping outside the Eternal Garden, it was allowing unrefined beasts to step into it, tainting its sanctity with their barbarism and lack of taste.
And today, unfortunately, was one of those rare, ill-fated days.
Mauriss the Deceiver arrived first.
Half-naked as always, bare-chested and unbothered, his skin pale and smooth as if it had never once been kissed by sunlight, while his long obsidian hair floated unnaturally above his head, suspended mid-air by a faint stasis field, shifting ever so slightly with every step he took, as though gravity itself bowed in his presence.
Kaelith, poised and dressed in flowing silk robes stitched with celestial thread, narrowed his eyes at the man's exposed chest and promptly looked away, annoyed by the way Mauriss's nipples seemed to always point dead ahead, as if locked in perpetual confrontation with the universe.
He hated it.
