The Real Deal

Suddenly, Abaddon's mind was thrust back into reality as though no time had passed since he'd been gone.

His daughter was still adamantly demanding more muffins, and his wives were still laughing at her cute expression. 

'What was that...? What did he mean I was going to-'

"I can understand her reaction, these muffins are quite delicious."

The air seemed to have been sucked out of the room as an unfamiliar voice spoke out.

Standing behind the couch was an unfamiliar man wearing all white robes and skin like chiseled marble.

His face was androgynous and beautiful, and it would be difficult to tell that he was a man were it not for his robes that revealed his chest. 

The man was seemingly the epitome of grace, as even while eating a muffin he maintained a regal aura. 

They could not see his eyes as they remained closed, but somehow they got the feeling that he could see through his entire existence.