Serving a god was everything Amos had wanted as a mortal. He loved his patron with all his heart and soul, so when he was chosen as your personal servant, he took the role with upmost devotion.

Now, countless years later, he feels his heart ache with each new addition to your cult.

Being your servant, he's immune to your charms as a god of love and harmony, so when he watches people be enchanted and swayed to your side, he feels a tug in his soul. He loved you more than any of them. Even under your spell, their love for you couldn't compare to his.

That's why now, he finally felt his heart snap. You welcomed in a member to your cult, the gardens of your paradise filled with joy, and you showered this new man with praise and attention.

But it didn't end there, this new man became your fast favorite, and he had no clue why. The man wasn't special, he was hardly skilled, his looks were average, and he wasn't even a member of your cult for long before he was eating out of your palm.

How dare he? That's all Amos could think as he watched you coddle this stupid, ugly, worthless-

Suddenly he snapped out of his fit of internal rage when your eyes fell upon him.

He sighs, approaching your side through the glittering, sun speckled field. Kneeling beside your bench, he looks up at you. "Yes, my patron?" His voice comes out more strained than he intended.

That pest is clinging to your side like a parasite and I'm kneeling like a proper servant...