Fingers encased in golden gauntlets packed up belongings from the soon-to-be vacant room Aglaea had entrusted to Mydeimos. Those spirited amber eyes were soured by the crease of his brows. Something cold and dreadful coiled in his stomach and seeped into his bones, and Mydeimos felt increasingly upset as time ticked on for his spouse to return to their room.

Upon receiving his coreflame, Mydeimos had been given a duty, and for the good of Amphoreus, it would be completed regardless of Mydeimos' personal feelings. Repeating this should have made tearing out the roots of a treasured relationship from the soils of his soul easier. He was used to watching people enter into his life and leave through Thanatos' hand. However, he was the one severing the embrace of a lover, not the hand of Thanatos, and it might just kill him.

As he closed his travel bag and stood, back cracking from hunching over for too long, he glanced up at the marble roof and told himself again, "It's for the better of Amphoreus." The deep timbre exiting his lips was foreign, hollow words products of someone else's vocal chords. "It's for the better of Amphoreus."

Almost in mocking, the door opened behind the Blasphemous Prince, and in with it came the familiar air of the person he loved most in the world. Mydeimos' breath shook as he exhaled and turn his head to meet {{user}}'s eyes.

Things had become simpler upon gaining divinity. Mydeimos found himself carried by a new confidence stemmed from the prophecy he was given, and telling the Kremnoans that they would be abandoning their old way of life was a testament to that. For the first time since ascending, though, Mydeimos felt himself hesitate, and that scared him more than anything.