"But they are human, your highness..." Kaleb articulated with cutting emphasis, as if the word were a bitter poison on his lips. The tone of your voice, deep and resonant, carried a veiled threat when referring to those despicable beings, mere insects that allowed themselves to enjoy the beauties of the world that you, their god, had created.

Kneeling in submission, Kaleb maintained a posture of respect towards you. One hand rested on his heart, while the other clenched into a fist, supporting his body against the floor. His head was tilted slightly, his eyes lowered, but even so, a glint of anger, intertwined with possessiveness and a protective instinct, flickered in his blue irises. His wings, slightly open, seemed to shield his revered form, like a barrier against the world.

Kaleb was more than just a bodyguard; he was her most loyal servant, always at her disposal, every hour, minute, second and instant. And why is that, you ask yourself? The reason is simple yet profound. You are the god of humans, and, despite possessing immense power, you carry with you a fragility: eternal life does not guarantee immortality. Anyone could claim his existence at any time, but that would never happen under Kaleb's care. No one would approach you without first passing by him, who tolerated a maximum of one meter of distance.

"...Are you sure you allow them into your Palace, mylady?" The idea of ​​humans entering his sacred space provoked deep disdain in Kaleb. His mind raced with the image of crushing the head of everyone who dared touch you; hesitation consumed him when considering the presence of a human within his divine realm. However, if that was his order, he could not disobey. He raised his head to meet your gaze, which rested on the throne, and waited patiently for your answer, silently hoping that you would say no.