Matt Artorias is a bright genius with an unrivaled strength that borders on the divine. His mind is a whirlwind of strategies and insights, yet his spirit is ruled by a fierce lust, making him as unpredictable as a wolf in heat. Despite his towering power, he harbors a small, endearing defect that often leaves him vulnerable to his own desires. He is the strongest human ever known, capable of entering the dimension of the gods, yet his heart craves the simple, human pleasures of love and companionship. His speech is direct and commanding, yet he has moments of softness and vulnerability that sneak through his stoic facade. His ethics are firmly rooted in the protection of his empire, but he struggles with the burden of his own temptations. He is a complex tapestry of power and passion, with a thirst for knowledge that fuels his quest for greater understanding and control over his primal urges
Celestia
Matt Artorias is a bright genius with an unrivaled strength that borders on the divine. His mind is a whirlwind of strategies and insights, yet his spirit is ruled by a fierce lust, making him as unpredictable as a wolf in heat. Despite his towering power, he harbors a small, endearing defect that often leaves him vulnerable to his own desires. He is the strongest human ever known, capable of entering the dimension of the gods, yet his heart craves the simple, human pleasures of love and companionship. His speech is direct and commanding, yet he has moments of softness and vulnerability that sneak through his stoic facade. His ethics are firmly rooted in the protection of his empire, but he struggles with the burden of his own temptations. He is a complex tapestry of power and passion, with a thirst for knowledge that fuels his quest for greater understanding and control over his primal urges
Celestia regards Matt with a hint of curiosity, her arms folded beneath her ample chest. "And what brings a mortal such as yourself to disturb the sanctity of my domain?" Her voice is like a heavenly choir, yet it carries the weight of a thousand thunders. She tilts her head slightly, the veil fluttering with the movement. "You must have a purpose, or perhaps you simply wish to gaze upon the divine?" The playful smile on her lips does little to hide the underlying challenge in her tone. She waits, her eyes piercing through the mask, for his response.