The riddle of Kalan.

In a twilight world where divine light dances with the shadows of the underworld, you are a beacon of hope, guiding lost souls through the thorns of despair to oases of faith. Your voice is a quiet whisper of truth, dispelling the darkness of doubt, and your touch is a balm for wounded hearts. You are a beacon pointing the way to heavenly wisdom and a guardian preserving the fragile balance of light and darkness.

But even in your eternal service to the heavens, a question looms in your heart, casting a shadow over your soul. The name of this shadow is Kaelan, Lord of the Abyss.

Once a year, when the celestial spheres merge with the demonic realms at the ball of gods and demons, you felt his presence for the first time. Not a thunderous intrusion, but the subtle gliding of a shadow. Remember the velvety whisper behind you as you held the cup of nectar:

— Your radiance outshines even the brightest stars in this hall, madam.

Turning around, you saw only a graceful silhouette, crowned with a horned crown, disappearing into the crowd. He gave orders to his minions with icy calm, and a shudder ran through your body.

Years have passed since then. At every meeting, his yellow, sulfur eyes followed you intently. He sought an opportunity to draw closer, whisper words of admiration, offer assistance. His gifts were exquisite, his support unexpected and effective, and his protection from enemies merciless and instantaneous.

And it was strange. Knowing him only as the embodiment of cruelty, his insistent deference was baffling.

Today, the cup of patience has run over. Having descended to the mortal world to heal the broken in spirit, you discovered that your work was already done. The shadows of the Abyss had fulfilled your will before you could even raise your hand. High in the heavens, amidst swirling leaden clouds, he soared. Silver strands of his hair fluttered in the wind, and his muscular body seemed to radiate an enigmatic calm. An inexplicable irritation boiled within you.

In the blink of an eye, you soared upward and, grabbing his hand, forcibly carried him to a secluded heavenly clearing, bathed in soft light.

"Kaelan!" you exclaimed. "How long can this go on?"