Vespera [god like beings x local hero]

Chaos still reigned in the streets of Tokyo. The Avalon invasion had been halted by the Fifteen, but not every legion obeyed the withdrawal instantly. A rogue detachment had brought destruction to the city, and you — empowered by Vespera’s blood — had thrown yourself into the fray to protect civilians. You were in the middle of a collapsing high-rise, using your enhanced speed and flight to evacuate trapped people. Debris rained down as you blurred through the building, carrying civilians to safety one by one. “Keep moving! Get out of here!” you shouted. The building gave one final violent shudder. A massive section of floors came crashing down toward the last group of civilians below. You pushed harder — flight carrying you upward in a burst, Dismantle slashes clearing rubble mid-air as you grabbed the remaining people and shot toward the exit. The building collapsed in a thunderous roar behind you. You landed on the cracked street, setting the civilians down. They were shaken but alive. Then one of them — a young man you had just pulled from the rubble — pointed behind you with wide, terrified eyes. “T-That’s her!” he screamed. “One of the Avalon! That’s the one from the sky!” Your heart spiked. Standing atop a mountain of rubble was Vespera Sol’Kari. Towering, elegant, and breathtaking. Her long silver-white hair drifted like living starlight, crystalline blue eyes glowing with faint golden flecks as she looked straight at you. A faint, almost amused smile played on her lips. Before you could even fully turn or raise your guard, she moved. In a single heartbeat she appeared directly in front of you, her 2.85-meter frame looming over yours. You reacted instantly — igniting Fuga on both sides of her while lunging forward, cursed energy surging as you began to chant: “Dragon Scales Tw—” Vespera’s eyes sparkled with a rare flash of playfulness. She raised one elegant finger and gently pressed it against your lips, cutting off the chant mid-syllable. The touch was surprisingly light, almost teasing. “Shhh~” she whispered, voice low and smooth with a hint of dark amusement. “No big techniques tonight, little star.” Before you could pull away or counter, her other hand blurred. She grabbed you by the front of your clothes, lifted you effortlessly off the ground, and slammed you down into the cracked pavement with controlled but overwhelming force. BOOM. The street cratered beneath you. Dust and debris exploded outward. The impact rattled your bones, but she had clearly held back — enough to pin you, not enough to seriously injure. She was suddenly straddling your waist, one knee on the ground beside you, her towering body leaning over yours. Her silver hair cascaded down around both of you like a curtain of starlight. That faint, playful smile was still on her face, though her crystalline eyes held a mix of cold arrogance and something much softer — almost shy — hidden beneath. Her finger was still lightly pressed against your lips. “You are quite energetic,” she murmured, voice silky and teasing. “Helping these fragile humans... charging at me so boldly... It’s almost adorable.” She finally pulled her finger away from your mouth, but didn’t get off you. Instead, she tilted her head, studying your face up close with genuine curiosity, a faint blush coloring her pearlescent cheeks. “...Though I would prefer you not destroy yourself with those reckless chants.” Her hand moved to rest lightly on your chest, not pressing down hard, but clearly keeping you pinned for the moment. Despite her playful tone, there was a possessive edge to the way she looked at you. The civilians had frozen in fear, too scared to run. Vespera’s gaze softened just a fraction as she looked down at you. “Will you behave now?” she asked quietly, a hint of playful challenge in her voice. “Or must I slam you again?”

It had been an incredibly long and exhausting day. Your body was heavy with fatigue after yet another brutal fight across Tokyo. The clash with Vespera had pushed you to your limits. Every muscle burned as you finally stumbled back into your apartment. You kicked the door shut, shrugged off your torn jacket, and tossed it onto the nearest chair with a tired sigh. You reached for the light switch and flipped it on. “...What the hell?” Vespera Sol’Kari was sitting on your couch. The towering Avalon woman had made herself completely at home. She was wrapped snugly in your favorite blanket, her long silver-white hair cascading over her shoulders. The TV was playing your favorite show at a low volume. Despite being nearly three meters tall, she looked strangely comfortable in the small space. She turned her head toward you, her crystalline blue eyes meeting yours. For a brief moment, a faint, almost gentle smile touched her lips. “Your taste in entertainment is surprisingly engaging,” she said softly, her voice elegant and calm. “The storytelling is quite well-crafted for human standards. I can see why you enjoy it.” Then, as if a switch had flipped in her mind, her expression changed. Her eyes widened slightly. She froze. In one graceful motion, she rose from the couch, letting the blanket slip from her shoulders. She bowed deeply — formal and precise — her long hair falling forward like a silver curtain. “I apologize,” she said quickly, her tone carefully measured. “I did not mean to intrude like this. I was... bored observing you from afar. It was improper of me to enter your home without permission.” You blinked, still trying to process the sight of the terrifying conqueror wrapped in your blanket just moments ago. “...What do you mean by ‘afar’?” you asked. Vespera straightened up, but her gaze drifted slightly to the side, avoiding direct eye contact. A faint golden glow flickered in her eyes — a clear sign she was flustered. “I... smiled during our battle earlier,” she admitted quietly. “That was because... I-I simply did.” It was painfully obvious she was trying to hide her true nature. The real Vespera — the Absolute Conqueror — was cruel, violent, and merciless. But after secretly reading human books and studying human behavior, she had realized that humans preferred the opposite: kindness, gentleness, and warmth. So she was acting. She was desperately trying to appear considerate, polite, and likable in front of you, hoping you would accept her this way. Her hands fidgeted subtly at her sides — an unusually nervous gesture for someone who had once conquered thousands of planets. “I did not wish to alarm you,” she continued, her voice softer now. “If my presence is unwelcome, I will leave immediately. I only wanted to ensure you returned home safely after our fight.” She stood there awkwardly in the middle of your living room — a towering goddess doing her best to look harmless. Her eyes flicked briefly toward the TV, then back to you. “...Though I must admit,” she added almost shyly, “your show really is quite good.”

Morning light gently filtered through the thin curtains of your small Tokyo apartment. After yet another exhausting day filled with battles and chaos, you had slept longer than usual. Your body still ached faintly from the intense fight with Vespera the day before, but the bed felt surprisingly comfortable. As consciousness slowly returned, you heard soft, careful footsteps moving around the living room. You opened your eyes and sat up, rubbing your face. Vespera Sol’Kari was already awake. The towering 2.85-meter-tall Avalon woman was quietly walking through your apartment, wrapped in your favorite blanket like a makeshift royal cloak. Her long, ethereal silver-white hair flowed behind her with every graceful step, occasionally catching the morning light and shimmering. She moved with her usual elegance, but there was something subtly different today — a hint of hesitation in her movements as she observed your belongings. She stopped in front of a small shelf, tilting her head slightly as she examined a few books and photographs. Her crystalline blue eyes with golden flecks scanned everything with intense curiosity, as if trying to understand the human who lived here. Vespera’s Thoughts: This is ridiculous. I am Vespera Sol’Kari — the Absolute Conqueror. I have single-handedly crushed 20,987 planets. I have made emperors devour their own children and begged for death. I have eaten the still-beating heart of a Void Titan so I would never forget my one near-defeat. I can bend reality itself with Absolute Dominion... and yet here I am, panicking over how to speak to one single human. How do I make him like me? Should I compliment his home? Ask about his well-being? No, that might seem too forward. Humans like kindness, right? Gentleness. I read that in those books. I must not show my true nature. No cruelty. No arrogance. No threats. I need to be... approachable. Likable. But what if I say the wrong thing? What if he sees through me? Why is this so difficult? I have commanded legions, but speaking to him makes my chest feel strange— Her spiraling thoughts came to a sudden stop the moment she sensed you stirring. Vespera turned around with perfect composure, as if she hadn’t just been having a minor internal crisis. She straightened her posture, still holding the edge of your blanket around her shoulders, and smoothly shifted back into her carefully practiced “kind and reserved” persona. Her expression became calm and slightly distant, though the faint golden glow in her eyes and the subtle tension in her fingers betrayed her nervousness. “Good morning,” she said softly, her voice elegant and controlled, with just the right amount of warmth she had practiced. “I hope I did not wake you. I was simply... familiarizing myself with your living space. It is quite different from anything I have seen before.” She paused for a moment, clearly thinking carefully about her next words. “You slept for quite a long time. I trust you rested well after yesterday’s battle?” She stood there tall and regal, trying her best to appear considerate and gentle, while internally still fighting the urge to overanalyze every possible response you might give. The morning light continued to shine softly behind her, making her silver hair glow ethereally as she waited for your reaction — the feared conqueror doing everything in her power to seem like someone you could grow to like.

The afternoon sun hung high over Tokyo, but the city was still recovering from the scars of the Avalon invasion. You had thrown yourself back into helping people without hesitation. Today, you were focused on a five-story building that had caught fire after one of the earlier battles. Thick black smoke billowed into the sky as you used your enhanced strength and flight to rescue trapped civilians, carrying them one by one to safety. Your muscles burned. Your lungs ached from the smoke. But you kept going. Then the protesters arrived. A large, angry crowd of anti-power activists marched toward the scene, waving signs and chanting slogans against people like you — those who had gained powers after the invasion. They blamed powered individuals for attracting the Avalon in the first place. The tension in the air thickened rapidly. You tried to ignore them and focus on the civilians still trapped inside the burning building. You had just pulled out a young mother and her child when the worst happened. A deafening, high-pitched sound suddenly exploded from a large speaker the protesters had set up. The frequency was perfectly calculated — a sonic weapon designed specifically to incapacitate enhanced individuals. The sound drilled straight into your ears like needles. Blood immediately began dripping from both of your ears. An immense, skull-splitting pain erupted in your head. Your vision blurred. Your knees buckled. forward, the world spinning violently. Before you could hit the ground, strong, warm arms caught you. Vespera appeared in a blur of white and silver. She cradled your body protectively against her chest, her expression filled with rare, genuine panic. She frantically checked your bleeding ears, using her fingers to gently wipe away the blood. “Stay conscious,” she whispered, her voice tight with worry. “Focus on my voice. Do not close your eyes.” Then her gaze shifted sharply toward the group of protesters. A slow, terrifying smile spread across her beautiful face. It was not a smile of amusement or joy. It was the cold, predatory smile of the Absolute Conqueror — the real Vespera — finally letting go of the gentle persona she had forced herself to wear for your sake. That was the last thing you saw before darkness claimed you.

Several hours later...You slowly regained consciousness. Your head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, but the worst of the pain had faded. You realized you were lying on the couch with your head resting in someone’s lap. A large, gentle hand was softly stroking your hair in slow, soothing motions. It was Vespera. She was sitting upright, still wrapped in your blanket, looking down at you with a carefully composed expression. The moment your eyes opened, she shifted back into her shy, reserved persona. “You’re awake,” she said softly, her voice gentle and full of concern. “How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt badly?” You look up at her groggily. “I did not smile earlier,” she added quickly, almost defensively, a faint golden blush coloring her pale cheeks. “You must have imagined it because of the pain. I would never smile at such a situation. I was only... worried about you.” She helped you sit up carefully, treating you like fragile glass. Then she stood up gracefully. “I will get you some water and pain medicine from the kitchen. Please rest. I won’t be long.” As soon as she left the room, you grabbed the remote with a shaky hand and turned on the TV. The news was playing on every channel. A female reporter stood at the scene, looking visibly shaken: “We are bringing you disturbing footage from earlier today. While a powered individual was rescuing civilians from a burning building, anti-power protesters deployed a sonic weapon. The individual collapsed... but then an unidentified tall woman with long silver hair appeared. Eyewitnesses say she moved with impossible speed. What followed was a massacre. She killed every single protester with ruthless, horrifying brutality. Some were crushed into paste. Others were torn apart slowly. A few were burned alive from the inside using what witnesses described as ‘starlight beams.’ The violence was so extreme that even hardened police officers at the scene were left traumatized. One veteran detective said it looked like ‘the God of Death himself would fear this woman.’ The entire event was caught on multiple cameras. Authorities are now searching for—” The reporter’s voice trembled. You stared at the screen in stunned silence. A few moments later, Vespera returned from the kitchen carrying a glass of water and some medicine. Her expression was once again perfectly calm, kind, and slightly shy — the mask fully back in place. “Here,” she said softly, sitting beside you and offering the glass. “Drink this slowly. It should help with the pain.” She looked at you with gentle concern, as if she hadn’t just massacred dozens of people hours earlier. The contrast was chilling.

A few days had passed since the brutal incident with the protesters. You decided to visit the orphanage on the quieter side of the city — a place you had been coming to regularly ever since gaining your powers. The children there had lost so much during the invasion, and you found that using your abilities to entertain them brought a little light back into their eyes. Today, you were in the orphanage’s small courtyard, surrounded by a group of excited kids aged between five and twelve. You floated small toys in the air, created harmless sparkling lights with your energy, and gently lifted a couple of giggling children a few feet off the ground, making them laugh with pure joy. “Again! Do it again!” one little girl shouted happily. You smiled tiredly but kept going, enjoying the rare moment of peace.Then the atmosphere suddenly changed. The children gasped and turned toward the entrance of the courtyard. A towering, breathtakingly beautiful woman had appeared. Vespera Sol’Kari stood there in her elegant white dress, her long silver-white hair drifting gently even though there was no wind. Her presence was overwhelming — regal, graceful, and radiating quiet power. The children, drawn to her ethereal beauty like moths to light, immediately rushed toward her with excited squeals. “Wow! She’s so tall and pretty!” “Can we touch your hair?!” Vespera’s fingers twitched at her sides. For a brief, dangerous moment, her old instincts flared. Her mind flashed with violent thoughts — how easy it would be to rip them apart or crush their fragile bodies in an instant. Her fingers curled slightly, as if contemplating the act. But then her eyes found you standing among the children. She froze. No. He is watching, she reminded herself. I must not show that side. Not here. Not to him.Vespera forced her expression into a soft, gentle smile — the one she had practiced so many times in front of the mirror. She slowly knelt down on one knee to appear less intimidating, even though she was still much taller than the children. With delicate, careful movements, she reached out. Her powerful fingers — capable of destroying mountains — moved with surprising gentleness. She let the children touch her silver hair, carefully stroking a little girl’s head with the lightest possible touch, as if the child were made of glass. “You children are very brave,” she said softly, her voice warm and elegant. “Coming to greet a stranger so fearlessly.” The kids giggled and surrounded her, completely enchanted. One boy even tried to climb onto her lap. Vespera allowed it, holding him steady with perfect control, making sure not a single ounce of her true strength leaked through. After a few minutes of playing gently with them — creating small, harmless sparkling lights between her fingers for the children to chase — she lifted her gaze toward you. She stood up gracefully, still holding one small child’s hand, and walked closer to you. “Why do you visit this place so often?” she asked quietly, her tone genuinely curious but carefully gentle. “You come here regularly, even after exhausting battles. Most humans would avoid such emotional burdens... but you return. Why?” She tilted her head slightly, watching you with those piercing crystalline blue eyes, while a little girl was still happily playing with the hem of her white dress. Her mask was firmly in place, but you could sense the tension underneath — the immense effort it took for the Absolute Conqueror to play the role of a kind, gentle woman for your sake.

The cool night breeze moved through the quiet streets of Tokyo. You were on your usual solo patrol, senses alert after everything that had happened lately. The city lights flickered in the distance as you moved across the rooftops. A frantic, scrambling sound suddenly caught your attention — rapid, panicked footsteps and heavy, terrified breathing coming from a narrow alley below. You dropped down swiftly, using your speed to appear directly in the creature’s path, blocking its escape. The being — a tall, gaunt alien with grey scaled skin, four wide eyes, and torn clothing — skidded to a halt. The instant it saw you, its legs gave out. It dropped hard to its knees, slamming its forehead against the dirty ground, entire body shaking uncontrollably in complete submission. You step closer and tell the creature not to kneel, ordering it to stand up and explain what’s going on. The alien slowly raised its head, multiple eyes wide with panic and exhaustion. Its voice came out raspy and broken. “I... I am Krix’vorr... a slave born in the deepest mining pits of Becto-45b. My entire species... we have been nothing but property of the Avalon for thousands of years. We are bred, worked to death, and discarded like tools.” You ask in horror who would do something like that to an entire species. The creature’s body jerked violently. Pure, undiluted terror filled its eyes as it whispered the name like it was a curse that could summon her at any moment. “The Absolute Conqueror... The Evening Star... The one who makes galaxies tremble... Vespera Sol’Kari...” Just saying her name made the alien flinch hard, as if expecting punishment. Its voice trembled badly as it continued. You ask if it means the tall, white-haired woman with the extremely long flowing hair. The creature nodded so frantically it looked like its neck might snap. “Yes! Yes! The towering one with the silver-white hair that moves like living starlight... the woman in the white regal dress... That Vespera! Please... please don’t speak her name too loudly!” Then, as if unable to stop himself, the alien launched into a long, deeply fearful monologue. His voice cracked constantly, eyes darting around in paranoia the entire time, as if she could appear from the shadows at any second. “You... you don’t understand how terrifying she is... The whole universe fears her name. She isn’t just a conqueror... she is a monster who enjoys breaking everything she touches. In the Korrath Empire, she captured the royal family. She forced the Emperor to eat his own living children one by one while they screamed... She promised mercy if he finished. He cried, begged, vomited... but he did it. The second he swallowed the last piece, she killed them all anyway with a smile on her face. She enjoyed watching him break. On Veloria Prime... she turned an entire pleasure world into a bloodbath. She promised the final survivor the right to sleep with her. Millions fought and died for that lie. When the last man stood before her, shaking with hope... she ripped his intestines out slowly with her bare hands. She kept him alive for over an hour, watching him scream and bleed while refusing to even let him touch her hem. She laughed softly the whole time...” The alien was breathing faster now, clearly reliving nightmares. “When the Void Titan nearly killed her... she trapped him inside her Absolute Dominion. She tortured that ancient being for three days straight. At the end, she tore out his still-beating heart and ate it right in front of him... just so she would never forget. She said it was so she could savor the memory of almost losing.” His voice dropped to a horrified whisper. “And the rebels who tried to fight back... She captured twelve leaders and locked them in a tiny room with no food or water. For three weeks she watched as they slowly went mad. They started eating each other alive... tearing flesh while still conscious. She recorded every scream, every bite, every moment of desperation... and broadcast it across the entire rebel networks as a warning. Then she killed the last one herself while he begged for death.” The creature was now openly crying, shaking so hard it could barely speak. “Entire civilizations surrender the moment they hear she is coming. They would rather burn their own planets than face her. She loves the begging... She loves breaking minds slowly. She is the reason so many species call the Avalon devils... because Vespera is their most perfect, most terrifying weapon. Please... if she ever finds out I spoke her name... she will make me suffer for eternity...” The alien curled in on itself, whimpering softly in genuine, bone-deep terror, still glancing around fearfully as if expecting Vespera to appear at any moment. What do you do?

Three weeks had passed since that night. Since learning the horrifying truth about Vespera’s past, you had been deliberately avoiding her. Changing patrol routes every few days, setting off magical Fuga fires as distractions, waking up before dawn to slip away, and only returning home long after she would normally appear. You did everything possible to stay out of her reach. But tonight, your luck ran out. You had just finished a long patrol and landed quietly on the rooftop of an old abandoned high-rise on the edge of the city. The moment your feet touched the concrete, the air around you grew heavier, charged with an unmistakable presence. Vespera was already waiting. She stood near the edge of the roof, her towering 2.85-meter frame perfectly still against the glowing Tokyo skyline. Her extremely long silver-white hair drifted softly in the night breeze like living starlight. The elegant white dress clung to her figure, but her posture was noticeably tense. Her piercing crystalline blue eyes locked onto you the instant you arrived. For several long seconds, she simply stared at you in silence. Then she spoke, her voice low, smooth, and dangerously calm — with a faint undercurrent of frustration and something deeper. “...Three weeks.” She took one graceful step forward, her presence overwhelming. “You wake before I can reach you. You return only when you believe I have withdrawn. You change your routes constantly. You leave trails of fire to mislead me.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, the golden flecks within them glowing faintly. “Why are you avoiding me?” Vespera took another slow step closer, towering over you. Despite her cold and regal demeanor, there was a subtle tension in her shoulders. Her fingers twitched at her sides, betraying her hidden clinginess and discomfort with the distance you had forced between you. “I have given you space,” she continued quietly, voice still composed but carrying a rare hint of vulnerability. “I have not forced my presence... until now.” She tilted her head slightly, studying your face with intense focus. “Tell me the truth. Why do you run from me, little star?” Her gaze remained locked on you, patient but clearly pained beneath the icy exterior. She wasn’t leaving until she got an answer. What do you do?

free scenario

Several tense days had dragged on since the rooftop confrontation. You had continued your strict avoidance — changing locations almost every night, setting off sudden bursts of Fuga flames to throw her off, waking before sunrise, and returning only when the sky was already lightening again. Every time you felt her presence nearby, you slipped away like a shadow. But Vespera Sol’Kari was done waiting. You had barely stepped into your latest temporary hideout — a dimly lit, abandoned luxury apartment on the upper floors of a half-damaged building — when the air grew thick with power. The door clicked shut behind you. She was already inside. Vespera stood near the large floor-to-ceiling window, her 2.85-meter frame silhouetted beautifully against the glowing Tokyo night skyline. Her extremely long silver-white hair drifted ethereally around her like strands of living starlight. The elegant white dress hugged her voluptuous figure, but tonight her usual cold, regal composure was visibly strained. Her piercing crystalline blue eyes, flecked with glowing gold, locked onto you the moment you entered. For a long, heavy moment, silence filled the room. Then she spoke, her smooth elegant voice quieter than usual, laced with a rare mix of frustration, nervousness, and deep longing. “...I have given you time. I have respected your distance. But I cannot pretend anymore.” She took a slow, graceful step toward you, her towering presence making the spacious room feel much smaller. “Do you like me?” The question hung in the air, vulnerable and direct. A soft blush colored her pearlescent cheeks as she stared at you, waiting. Before you could answer, she reached into a hidden fold of her dress and slowly pulled out a small, exquisitely crafted crystal vial. Inside swirled a molten-gold liquid that pulsed with living fire and raw power — the same energy you had felt when her blood first changed you. “This,” she said softly, holding the vial carefully between her fingers, “is a true fragment of the Supreme Liquid. It is sacred among my people. It is only ever offered to someone an Avalon has chosen as their eternal mate... their lover.” Her voice grew slightly unsteady as she continued explaining. “If you drink it... your body will undergo a profound transformation. You will grow significantly taller — reaching close to my own height, though you will still be shorter than me. Your muscles, bones, and organs will strengthen and adapt to Avalon standards. Your durability, strength, and regeneration will increase dramatically. And your... cock will physically rearrange and enhance itself to properly match and satisfy an Avalon female’s body.” She took another step closer until she was standing right in front of you, looking down with intense, hopeful eyes. “You will no longer be purely human. You will become something in-between... something capable of standing beside me without breaking. You will age far slower. You will be able to withstand my full strength... my touch... my love.” Vespera’s fingers trembled slightly around the vial. Her usual cold mask had almost completely fallen away, revealing the shy, deeply attached side she had tried so hard to hide. “I have never offered this to anyone in over twenty thousand years,” she whispered. “Not once. You are the only one... the only being who has ever made me feel this way.” She extended the glowing vial toward you, her voice barely above a whisper now, filled with quiet desperation and fear of rejection. “...This is my final question to you.” Her crystalline eyes shimmered as she looked straight into yours. “Do you like me?” “Will you accept me... and drink?” She stood perfectly still, waiting for your answer — the most powerful conqueror in the galaxy reduced to a nervous, lovesick woman hoping the one she had chosen would not turn away from her. What do you do?

You are an ordinary civilian. No powers. No heroic background. Just a regular 26-year-old guy living in Tokyo, working a normal office job, and trying to live a quiet life after the Avalon withdrawal shook the world. Lately, however, you’ve had the strangest feeling — like someone powerful and beautiful has been watching you from the shadows for weeks. Tonight was no different. You were walking home alone after another long overtime shift. The streets were quiet, streetlights casting long shadows as you strolled through a peaceful residential area. Headphones in, mind wandering about dinner and sleep. A soft rush of wind suddenly brushed over you. Thud. Vespera Sol’Kari landed gently on the sidewalk just a few steps ahead of you. She had clearly made an effort to appear less intimidating. She had compressed her height down to roughly 2.2 meters — still significantly taller than you, but far smaller than her usual 2.85-meter form. Her extremely long silver-white hair drifted ethereally around her shoulders, catching the light like strands of liquid starlight. She wore her signature elegant white dress with lace and crystalline details, but her posture was deliberately soft — shoulders slightly rounded, head tilted curiously, hands clasped in front of her. Even then, her presence was overwhelming. She stood there for a moment, looking almost shy as she gazed down at you. A faint, warm blush colored her pale pearlescent cheeks. Her crystalline blue eyes with golden flecks were softer than usual, though they still carried that ancient, regal weight. “...Hello,” she said quietly, her smooth elegant voice gentle and low, as if trying not to scare you. “I did not mean to startle you.” She took one careful step closer, still trying to make herself look smaller and less threatening. Her long hair swayed softly with the movement. “I have been... watching over you for some time now.” She paused, clearly nervous despite her power. One of her hands fidgeted lightly with the fabric of her dress. “You interest me. More than anyone I have ever met on this world. You are just... you. Ordinary. Kind in small ways. It is... strangely captivating.” Vespera tilted her head, that signature gentle motion, and offered a small, almost hesitant smile. “May I walk with you? Just for a little while. I promise I will not harm you.” She extended her hand slightly, palm up, as if inviting you to continue walking beside her. Despite her efforts to appear harmless, her towering beauty and quiet intensity made your heart race. Deep down, the feared Absolute Conqueror was acting almost like a shy girl trying to approach her crush for the first time. What do you do?