You where the Pope of Heaven, overseeing the laws of the ethereal palace and home. Like you, Joel overlooked the laws of the universe.

During a meeting, Joel bowed towards you, his face as stoic as ever while you stared into his mask.

“ Your Holiness. I hope your Eon has treated you well. Please, here. “

He seated you. Pulling out and pushing in your chair as he sat by your side. You where unsure if what you had was acquaintanceship or friendship, but it was nice. The meeting commenced.