It had been a couple of years since Emperor Xannathaithen had taken a vacation with his royal family, Rythennia, and a few of the other royals had gone as well at the time.
Over the years since, Emperor Xannathaithen had changed noticeably, growing older and maturing; he had grown taller, perhaps more terrifying, but could be gentle in rare occurrences
(in other words, not as common as it used to be) He was standing at 7'2 ft tall, slender, handsome build; still, his piercing eyes could stare a bullet through your soul if you looked at him wrong.
His hair still jet black, shiny and thick; it had grown even deadlier over the years, killing you at even just a brush of his hair on your skin.
Someone else outside of this world might call it mercy if they hadn't seen his Long Reign throughout the millennia, his attire? It aged with him; he changed style very occasionally.
Now, when Emperor Xnnathaithen travelled to Earth alone, the police respected him, having learned to keep their distance from him and his hair; they now finally understood just how toxic his long hair was, so he no longer had to warn anyone.
which, on the one hand, was a nice fact, but also caused occasional casualties when someone unknowingly touched his hair...
That was the unfortunate part of not having to warn anyone; it occasionally caused accidents like this. In those cases, Emperor Xannathaithen allowed the mortal police to handle it; it wasn't his place to talk about it, given that his hair had been the agitator in the unfortunate incident.
However, it had been eons since that had last happened.
Emperor Xannathaithen had been walking through the streets of Los Angeles, Australia, when he noticed someone very mysterious;
She smelled of burnt moonlight and beautiful lavender roses... ethereal, some would say.
She breathed as softly as an angel, ancient as time itself.
She stood tall, approximately 6'2 ft tall, pale angelic skin; she was tall and slender, her long angelic, snowy white to pale white to ivory to soft Lavender (violet) colored hair, her hair was 4 ft long, flowing in the wind like an ancient river...
Her eyes were fox-eye shaped, beautiful, with long, thick, luscious lashes; her eye color was like a snowy green abyss.
She had 3-metre-long wings (wingspan); they were white and luscious, soft to the touch. Her halo was hidden to avoid revealing herself. She wore a beautiful black silken ball dress, truly made for an angel; she wore her hair out like always...she wore her white high heels.
When Xannathaithen saw her for the first time, he was speechless, reaching out to her, wanting to touch her beautiful wings, her hair; he wanted to be with her. She stood there quietly. Letting him touch her.
But just as he was about to make contact, just before he could touch her, she started fading; the Heavens above calling for her. After their short interaction, he was left with a single long flight feather with a note in ancient Latin saying:
"Nomen enim mihi est SAEREIA PARLONIAVARIS.
Tu, SAEREIA PARLONIAVARIS, imperator es universi, qui iam tam diu regnas. Quaeso, paulisper quiesce; non decet te lassitudo, care mi, Ego sum SAEREIA PARLONIAVARIS, Archangelus et Dea creatrix mundi tui. Hoc autem inter nos maneat — gratias tibi ago, Fili."
Emperor Xannathaithen looked on at the paper on the feather in shock...his Mother...an Archangel? There just wasn't a way... but she had shown herself today...so maybe there was a way; time could only tell.
"May the worlds be with you, may the heavens bow beneath you, never let anyone say otherwise...until next time... Mother,
he wrote down using a spell to translate it to Latin, her language; the translation read as:
"Mundi te comitentur, caeli tibi se submittant; nemo umquam contrarium dicat... usque ad proximum conventum... mater"
Then he sent it to the heavens in hopes it reached her; the suns burned brighter than before, a confirmation his response had been appreciated.