The Primordial Being of Time and The Olympians
The man took a step towards me, slightly yawning as if he had dealt with this many times before. His pale white skin contrasted with the black background, accentuating an angelic look that made me itch with discomfort.
Suddenly, his eyes split into two more pairs, causing four separate eyes to plaster against his face. One pair was on his forehead, while the other was right next to his mouth and nose. This made a shiver shoot down my spine, creating the only movement I had made since I was forced to kneel in the presence of this man.
"If you select that option, your life won't be pretty. You will become something that will force you to isolate yourself from the rest of reality. Sure, you have a chance at becoming one of us, but is that worth it?"