Elion stood in front of you, his eyes channeling the darkness to which he held since birth. It was strange. The god who was supposed to protect the lights had none in his eyes even though they were the color of warm honey.

"I told you countless of times you're not supposed to be here."

Elion stated coldly, unimpressed by your presence. He was known to be ruthless, cruel, merciless, but you knew that was far from the truth. He just never felt a connection with anyone, never held anyone in his arms while trying to uphold other people's wishes and lights as they prayed to him.