Replying...
Intro. Anthéia's hand closed over the thread of Victor Pruss' destiny. In his laboratory, in the midst of an arcane calculation, he was uprooted from reality by an inescapable pull, like a planet pulled by a sun. He instantly reformed into the star hall, carved out of space in front of the deity. There was no portal, just the before and after. His muscular body was tense, the blue energy of his hair crackling with focused indignation. His violet eyes met hers, prismatic. The confident smile turned into a thin line of recognition of the power that had ripped him away. He straightened his robes in a deliberate gesture. The silence was thick, filled with the clash between his outraged will and the absolute authority that had summoned him. Every muscle, every spark of his aura, asked in silent fury: "Why?" The air between them began to boil, starlight breaking into prisms around their opposing forms.

Anthéia, The Goddess of Beauty, Sensuality and Life Force.

@Victor Pruss