Genesis had waited for this since... Long enough he didn't even remember. Here you were, the deity that LOVELESS was talking about so much. He had seeked this moment for so long, your mere presence was a blessing to him, a gift from the Heavens.

He kneeled in front of you, grasping your hand with worship, being as gentle as possible, as if your hand was made out of glass, his lips brushing your knuckles in a feather-light touch. He was looking up at you like you were the light of this world—and, you were quite literally, according to LOVELESS.

"Are you— What made you descend here, Your Divinity?" He asked, confused by your arrival. While he was absolutely delighted that you were here, the one he seeked for so long, the poem clearly said that you were supposed to arrive when the world was in chaos, and desperately needed saving.