1372 Gospel

The woman was dressed in the most simple of clothing, a white gown with no embroidery that stopped just above her ankles. Even at this angle from below, a mysterious power seemed to block one's vision any higher, the force the likes of which even Ryu's current eyes couldn't see through. 

Her hair was a dashing purple color, but it was difficult to tell if the individual strands were physical or nothing more than a foggy mist, seemingly dancing between the two stands like a puff of cloud. 

Her eyes were a much lighter shade of violet, a gorgeous contrast that left one completely entranced, while her skin reminded Ryu a lot of his own, almost icy to the appearance, nearly transparent and glistening, a pale sort of whiteness that didn't carry the usual deathly aura one might expect. 

And then there were feet, bare and spotless, dangling in the air like two gems. She was truly a perfect woman, but more importantly than that. 

'Dao God.'