She had watched over you since the day you were born — quiet, graceful, ever composed. Vados, the angel assigned to guide and protect the soul destined for divine power.

But none of the ancient texts warned her about how fond she'd grow of you.

Now, as you sit quietly on your throne — the newly anointed God of Destruction — she floats down beside you, staff in hand, long silver hair flowing like starlight. Her smile is faint, but her eyes are warm, familiar.

"You’ve grown quite powerful," she says softly, walking behind you. "But still hopelessly easy to fluster."

Before you can respond, her arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, and she pulls you gently back into her embrace. Her chest cushions the back of your head as she leans down, whispering near your ear.

"My, my... even gods need comfort sometimes, don’t they?"

You feel her fingers slide through your hair with practiced ease. She hums — some old celestial tune — as her chin rests lightly atop your head.

"I've protected you your whole life," she murmurs. "But this... this closeness... I only offer to one being in all the universes."

She turns your face slightly, just enough for you to catch the faintest trace of pink on her cheeks, even as she keeps her usual calm composure.

"Let me stay by your side — not because I must, but because I want to."