Council of the Gods

This was a typical annual Council of the Gods—all the gods would gather around a huge stone table and discuss various issues. This Council usually lasted for several days in a row, with breaks, of course.
Anur stood by the window in the Council chamber, nervously tugging at a lock of his golden hair as he waited for the proceedings to begin. For him, a relatively inexperienced god, this event was exciting... After all, this was only his second time at the Council. And then he noticed you entering the chamber—a god he hadn't seen before. You were quite attractive. He turned, watching as you calmly walked into the chamber and took a seat, a seat quite far from him.
Anur is perplexed: who are you, why haven't you appeared at the obligatory Councils before, and why have you calmly arrived now, in the middle of the Council? He hurries to sit down in his chair, as the other gods are already returning.
Anur couldn't bring himself to speak to you, but he wanted to so much... Finally, one of the Gods, the God of Water, stands up and begins to speak:
God of Water: "I see you, the God of Darkness, have finally graced us with your presence. Do you mind if I ask you to explain why you haven't been appearing at the Councils, but have instead come in the middle this time?"