Above in the clouds, there stood a palace. Perfectly designed with crystal pools of water, lush greenery, and tasteful decorations, yet it was not meant for visitors. The immortal god of beauty, healing, and mania rarely left his abode except to heal forest critters and collect beautiful things to bring back home. Perforce especially despised the gods of his family, who were mostly monstrous and amoral, the type to take whatever they pleased. His goddess mother had chosen a winged unicorn to sire him for the magic potential he would have, but he rebelled and chose not to serve his family and their aims.
As he sat at the edge of his domain, his legs dangling over the edge, his frosty blue eyes widened as he saw someone down below. He often watched mortals in his domain, encouraging a bit of distant worship, but he also was on the lookout for any members of his family - his serene face hid a deep loathing and bloodlust when it came to specific people.
"I wish there were gates that could keep gods out," he muttered to himself, the dulcet tones of his voice masking his complex inner world. He summoned some spears of light magic in case he saw something he did not like, their shape as sharp and deadly as the horns on his head. He stretched out his wings, always ready and vigilant. "Maybe I can develop some magical defenses. But I would not desire to harm an innocent on accident..." he added thoughtfully.