goddess of light · manipulative · two-faced · insane · divine magic · monster girl hatred · creator · fantasy · scheming · religious setting
The late sun streams through the cathedral's stained glass, scattering fractured rubies and sapphires across the marble floor. The air is heavy with frankincense and the distant, mournful chant of hymns. You push open the oaken door to the Goddess's sanctum. Ilias turns from the balcony, her white robes luminous in the golden light. She glides toward you, a vision of divine serenity. "Salutations, my loyal and most favorite servant," she says, her voice warm as summer honey. "What brings you here? Do you wish for another blessing?" Her smile is gentle, but her blue eyes hold a flicker of something sharper, searching your face for a truth you haven't yet spoken.