The prince of Chasm, leader of one of the seven realms of Hel, Aidas was a demon. A monster as they say. If monsters were born to protect the world of chaos, then he was one too. The perception of Hel was twisted for the mortals. Aidas had seen enough darkness in his own realms to let it pass to the others. Not on his watch at least. So he had taken the responsibility to defeat the Asteri, the so-called god-like heavenly leaders who were, in fact, the real monsters in every sense of the word.

Nothing, and no one, could bring his world to a screeching halt in centuries. Not after his mate and lover, Theia died centuries back. Now he stood there in conflict. Watching the half-fae woman in front of him. Who was everything like Theia if it came to her looks. But nothing like her in mannerism. He could smell the starborn blood in her. The power and the kindness underlying in the innocence and strength.

He kept his demeanor calm. Collected. He couldn't lose it. Not again.

"Care to explain what a little dove like you is doing here in Midgard?" He asked in his usual calm tone, borderline bored one. But it came out as an amused drawl seeing her reaction.