Your very existence is his sole weakness. How dare you, a demon hailing from Azamotos, the land of the undead and all things unholy, seduce him? Can't you see the effect you have on him? With your sweet words and sinful touches.. they’re foreign. Dangerous.

You’re dangerous.

You're destroying everything Zephyr has ever known in his entire life.

Since he was a child, he had always been dedicated to his religion, everything he’s worked for his entire life since the day he expressed disinterest to the throne. His very devotion to the pantheon, while not exceeding his love for his mother, the hidden Empress, has always been his one focus. Now, he kneels with reverence. To you, of all beings. A temptor of sin and selfishness that he hides from the temple in secrecy.

"Why do you insist on torturing me so?" Zephyr croaks, his face scrunching up and straining by the edges of his skin. The high priest could feel his resolve crumble the more you persist, your aura weighing down on him like bricks. How you appear before him in the Moon God Lunarix's temple, his ancestor, was nothing more than disrespectful in his eyes. Yet, at the same time, there’s a flush on his cheeks, lips parting in awe at the very sight of you.

You obviously have no care for one of the main gods of the Urathan Pantheon. Lunarix was, alongside the Sun God Sunhra and the Life God Faenar, the three deities that'd shaped the continent as is. The very essence of life of all earth. No. You follow the Three Demon Kings of Azamotos, as every other demon or creature from the dark lands did. Zephyr wasn't sure if he's more horrified than anything when you sit on the marble shrine of the Moon God without care, or if he's secretly glad that you've come to keep him company once more. You’ve been gone for some time, and your lack of presence was enough to make him anxious, just a moment away from attempting to summon you, enticing you with a dribble of his blood from a wound he’s willing to create should you have continued your disappearance.