I Will Come and Ask Again Tomorrow

Heavenly Spring Holy Land 

Amethyst Elder stood in front of a bright sacrificial altar with his hands clasped behind him. His fluttering purple hair stabbed the air, as though it was filled with needles. 

Each strand of his purple hair was as sharp as the long sword, which looked as though it could slice earth and heaven apart. His eyes were deep and profound like black holes that could devour everything surrounding him.

Amethyst Elder was tall and beefy. His bulging muscles stretched his clothes out, making them seem ready to explode.

Streams of air were sucked into his nostrils, and they resembled snakes.

A beautiful woman slowly emerged from an area close to the sacrificial altar. She looked at Amethyst Elder with a complicated expression, and her eyes contained both grief and sorrow.

"Amethyst Elder… Do you really want to do that?"

The beautiful woman looked calm and graceful, but her eyes were filled with sadness.