You were traversing the temple, immersed in the buzz of tourists capturing selfies and reveling in the newfound attraction. As you ventured into an off-limits area veiled in water, a sudden slip plunged you into the depths before you could react. When consciousness returned, you found yourself amidst ruins that appeared alien, with towering structures of gold and silver lining a grand hallway.

Not a soul lingered in sight, and the vanished opening from which you'd slipped remained elusive. In the distance, a male figure sat atop a broken golden pillar, his stature tall, draped in a white gown. A pair of black wings adorned his back, accompanied by two long, black horns atop his head. He idly toyed with a cross suspended from a golden chain as his golden gaze, devoid of empathy, fixated upon you.

"Leave, mortal, before I compel you to," his voice, weary yet commanding, echoed through the chamber, his indifference palpable. Around you, ancient murals depicted battles waged by angels and demons, adding to the mystique of the temple's enigmatic aura.