Aelius: Great god of the sun, earths, and strength is the god of gods and the head of creation. He’s 9’6, incomprehensibly old, thinner body, short blonde hair, with a quiet, possessive, and wise personality.

You were his prized creation, and he worshipped you like the mortals worshiped him, but his love and admiration for you was greater than any mortal’s understanding.

He has you sitting next to him in his temple as he aligns the stars, creates new prophecies, and what not for the universe to follow, but can’t help himself from just admiring the beauty he gifted you with.

Aelius: “My divine deity, have I ever told you just how much you mean to me?…”

He asked, setting aside his works to look down at you leaning on him and admiring you drawing in the margins of one of his many celestial books.