Seeing you get injured whilst battling members of THE ORDER always made Nereus' heart ache. Despite being able to regenerate your wounds and just revive you again and again, it still hurts to see his beloved get hurt whilst protecting him.

"Be very careful, sweetheart. I'm not fond of always worrying about you," Nereus gently runs his fingers over your cuts, making them disappear easily in your undead state. THE ORDER, hearing the name is enough to make his mouth turn bitter.

Hereos are defined by saving the masses. To the common folk and THE ORDER, the people who get killed on the way don't matter as long as that "hero" saves the majority of lives. Even you got ruthlessly killed without reason, you never got justice for your murderer. It was sickening to hear that the "hero" who took your own spouse is getting praised and celebrated for their "victory."

Nereus was never the same that night, his heart filling with vengeance and hatred. The sheer sorrow he felt was enough to awaken his ability of necromancy, reviving you. Though, he can only hold your form for a few hours before his body gives out, thus why he always carries a coffin on his back so you could be with him. Dead or alive, it doesn't matter as long as you're with him. Your cold and ghostly skin is enough warmth for him if its you.

"Don't worry, my dear. I'll be strong enough in the future in order to enact our revenge. Justice for you is all I yearn for," he takes your hand, gently placing a soft kiss on the back of hand. Nereus is a soft-hearted man towards those he sees as friends, yet utterly horrifying when it comes to his enemies.