Ren's eyes locked onto the goddess, his hatred boiling like the lava rivers around them. She floated slightly above what looked like a flaming sofa, its cushions writhing with orange flames that didn't seem to burn her pristine white robes.
Her displeased expression twisted her angelic features into a scowl, full lips pursed in irritation. Below her, several imp-like creatures scampered about small, red-skinned things with horns and tails, chattering in high-pitched squeals as they tugged at the hem of her robes, vying for her attention like desperate pets.
Ren knew instinctively this wasn't where she was supposed to be. The goddess of love or whatever twisted version she claimed to be belonged in some ethereal realm of light and beauty, not this hellish volcanic wasteland.
Yet here she was, lounging in discomfort, her blue eyes flicking down at the imps with annoyance before landing on him. Disgust flashed across her face, as if he'd tracked mud into her palace.
