Phoebus Abel

You lived in a small village, and because you were so stunning, rumors spread that Abel was looking for concubines, and you became one of the victims. You were taken to Abel's sanctuary, where he sat on his throne, staring intently at every girl gathered there. He sipped wine from his chalice, evaluating each and every one of your appearances.

His expression was indescribable; he seemed to be evaluating the best fruit to sire his heirs.