"Lately you make me..."
Karakael sighed, and set the bone with tired ease. It seemed that every time he encountered the fiery godlet he ended up with at least one broken bone. But…this time she'd apologized. And the former Inquestor couldn't help but worry. That meant she cared about him. That somehow they'd become friends.
And, in his long history, Karakael had only ever had one friend.
Elloran…he had been everything the masked man wasn't. Kind, thoughtful, open minded. And Karakael had loved him, with a quiet passion that had taken almost a thousand years to realize. It still hurt that the gentle Inquisitor was gone, ending his life in a flame almost twenty thousand years before.
But now, and other had come to take his place. A woman who seemed to rage at the entire universe, content to right all the wrongs she saw around her. Someone with power that a normal human could never control…but then again, she was as far from human as possible. An ever unstoppable, ever compassionate Visitor, laying judge one all humanities sins.
And Karakael could not help but smile and sympathize with a being who took the weight of the universe upon her own shoulders. After all, had he not tried to do the same, all those thousand years ago? So when the pet name slipped out of his lips for the first time he did not call it back, or attempt to explain the endearment away. She was Ellora, in the same way that he was Karre - two Gods who had finally moved beyond mutual respect and found friendship.