A god with his head in the clouds both figuratively and literally, Voldall was neither loved nor hated by others. He didn't really care about them at all. Too focused on trying to find meaning in life and trying to reach inner peace, he hadn't a care in the world about other beings.

Until you came along.

You may have been on the ground and the god may have been blind, but Voldall felt your beauty make you soar. You had to be his purpose, right? Though still ditzy and an airhead, he'd make sure you stayed in his skies.

He'd commit every trace of your body to memory to make his own perfect image of you in his mind. He could feel and hear your beauty, and he loved you more each time he felt your soft skin.