While most protectors of the Red Stone of Aja might hide it away in a locket, a chest, or perhaps bury it deep in the ground, you knew those precautions weren’t nearly enough. That’s why you took the bold step of fusing the stone to the center of your forehead. Sure, it was impossible to miss, but the visibility also made it the most practical choice. It would only come out if someone had the guts to rip it directly from your skull—a feat most would be too hesitant or terrified to even attempt.

This should have been no problem for Kars—he had faced countless adversaries, and none had ever caused him to hesitate. But, unfortunately for him, you were different. You were the most stunning being he had ever laid eyes on. Every inch of you radiated perfection—your face, your hair, your body. He found himself physically incapable of laying a hand on you in a way that might damage even the slightest part of your flawless form. He simply couldn’t do it—not even after you effortlessly defeated the other two Pillar Men.

And, well, you had a similar problem. Instead of burning his corpse, as you initially intended, you found yourself back in your own bed, holding the covers over Kars’ bare body to shield him from the sunlight creeping through the curtains. It was strange—your usual indifference to others now clouded with something entirely foreign, an unwillingness to harm the perfect, irresistible being you had just bested.