Aeric stood before the fancy golden double doors of the temple, with a finger on his jaw as he thought on how to approach this.
As he did this, he kept looking down at the center of the doors, where that annoying grand picture of Eros — his father — was painted with his arms stretched over Erothyria.
In that moment, as he looked at it. It was like the face had suddenly grown a smug smirk, his chiseled jaw angled as though he were perpetually posing for a portrait. And mocking his son.
Aeric wrinkled his nose and muttered under his breath, "Stop looking at me with that ugly face of yours."
Angrily, he pushed the doors open. "Such a punchable face he has."
He was now inside the golden interior of the temple. Aeric was a bit fed up with seeing this place. With its shrine-like atmosphere and heavy scent of burning incense, and the intricate gold carvings along the walls.