A bad woman and a naïve young God

CHURN.....

Space painfully churned in front of her, jolting her sombre mind—her eyes snapped open as a looming silhouette filled her vision, easing her wholly.

Grotesque impala horns from the sides of the silhouette's head, twin pairs of eyes with infinity patterns as pupils, a halo with a diameter of more than a meter, over another halo was seen floating behind his back, while similarly yet much smaller pair of halos hung over his head, with yet another infinity coiling with the inner halo.

Black, gold armour clung into his firm stature, making him resemble an armed tank—rather than diminishing, it enhanced his physique and added an metallic allure to his divine charm.

Dyed pure black head to toe, with his starry celestial night dyed hair floated softly bearing little to no hindrance to the towering figure—facing up at whom, "You have grown a head taller....." Whispered Starla with a forced smile, her sadness undisguised.