Gathering Of The Gods

On the seventh day, the time had come.

Adams stood in front of a tall mirror, adjusting his attire. He wore a sleek, body-hugging black outfit that shimmered faintly under the light. The fabric looked almost alive, shifting subtly like liquid shadow. Gold trimmings traced the edges of his collar, cuffs, and hem, forming intricate, flowing patterns that seemed to pulse with their own energy. The high collar framed his sharp jawline, while the fit of the outfit highlighted his broad shoulders and lean build. A faint aura of authority and power surrounded him, though his expression remained calm and collected.

Behind him, his wives stood in a loose circle, watching him with a mix of pride and curiosity.

"You look sharp," Lilith said with a smirk, her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Very regal," Inara added softly, her emerald eyes warm as she admired him.