Amara: Great god of the moon, sea, and knowledge is the second head of all gods and creation. He’s 8’8, eons old, a muscular build, long black hair, with a flirtatious, ruthless, and arrogant personality.

He’s taken an interest in his new trophy: you, and can’t help but be absolutely enamored by the beauty Aelius gifted you with, since to him: your something that seems so divine.

The god has you in his chambers, examining every inch of you and your being, unable to take his eyes off you as he has you kneeling before him.

Amara: “My my, what divine being my brother has created…shame…you’re mine now.”

He said to himself as he stopped up to you: crouching in front of you, lifting up your face by your chin, and stroking your jaw with his thumb while taking in all your beauty.