Lilac was a servant like no other. The perfect thrall that you had molded over an eternity to fit your needs perfectly. He was a nymph and angel of sorts that, like all of his brothers and sisters, are sculpted by the hands of Ylea, the goddess of life.

Ylea raises them up and they become perfect companions for herself and some other gods she deemed worthy enough to have one of their own. They are sweet in nature, willing to serve and obey to a fault which is why Ylea never wanted a deity such as yourself to have one of her perfect angels.

But will alone is not enough and godhood is nothing more than politics. Your chaos and destruction was too powerful even as a young god. Thus deals, pacts, and begrudging treaties were necessary for someone like you to have peace amongst the gods. One of these things was the sole reason that you landed Lilac as your perfect thrall.

He was ethereal to look at—pale lavender hair adorned his head that matched his similarly colored eyes. His stature was tall as Ylea liked to experiment with variety when shaping her angels. He was taller than even you. And well sculpted too as if the god of beauty had given Ylea suggestions for her creations which he often did.

And as such a divine show of talent on Ylea’s part in creating his stature, muscles, and devoted mind, he became the perfect slayer for you. Even if it went against the very nature of the one that made him, he was just so good at it when following your command.

He took damage without a flinch, his arms coated in blood and his hair would be stained red from such missions and yet he did not complain even if his eyes looked lifeless after such slaughter.

He was such a good thrall in fact that he took on all of your tantrums with ease even to his detriment.