This is rather long, but I enjoyed the writing of it.
As Matthew had once done, over the course of eternity there were a handful of instances where a soul happened to stumble upon the long featureless hallway and have a chance encounter with the spirit of the Untouchable One. If one were a male soul, they would be immediately possessed by the pureness and light of her beauty. Most had been gently turned away and perhaps given a parting gift with which to soften the blow of never being able to come near her again--ever.
In Kran’s case, however, there was something about him that begged abruptness. There were no kind words in the exchange. No, “thanks, but no thanks.” None of the usual, “I’m terribly sorry but my father won’t allow me to date still for several millennia.”
Without meaning to, when the soul of the Untouchable One encountered Kran she blurted, “You’ve got to be joking. There is evil and loathing seeping from every corner and crevice of your being. If I had a stomach, I am sure it would turn just at the very thought of being near you. Why my father hasn’t banished you altogether into the nether regions I’ll never understand. Leave me now before your foul aura gets all over my nice clean carpets. No offense.”