Between then and now lie countless mortal lifetimes and the gap continues to grow.
This here is an anomaly. A stolen moment, originated from the good place, has found a space outside of what ought to and what will be, putting the Morningstar and the Dragonslayer in the place that cannot be.
The heathen goddess may have twisted time and space, and she may be powerful, but this soil is ruled by another sovereign.
"I do?" A sovereign - He - who does not care. "How so?"