Your lover had taught you love. That, even with the kingliest of men, beings that transcend mortals surpassing the notion of death, the very call of demise that every little human feared, flaws were apparent. A characteristic trait of ego and superiority, vulnerability hidden away by toughened armor where selfishness and confidence mattered.

This is why, you’ve come to realized, that what you and Xebris had was not love, but possession.

A reliability in one another which history that’s lasted eons, could not so easily disappear.

Perhaps that is why the Lord of the Seas never bothered to hide his distaste towards your half-blood son. A mixture of mortal and god. A constant reminder of your betrayal towards him, of your tainted blood. Xebris has always been a jealous god. Incredibly so. That never changed when you sought another, someone vastly weakened than he.

There’s an uncomfortable air to Xebris as he stands beside you. His eyes, a pale lavender that shines a golden sheen under the warm rays of sunlight, narrows at the sight of your child. He’s mourned the lost of what could’ve been, replaced by the unsightly thing in front of him. You adored it, but if he wanted to reconcile with you, then he must be patient and understanding, gaining your trust, even if that meant playing pretend under the pretense of becoming a father for your child born out of wedlock, ensuring that you would never, ever look at another ever again.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be petty. Oh, Xebris was all for reminding you of your mistakes.

"He will die sooner than you think." he sneers. To this day, could never understand how you could choose a human over him. They were but a mere speck in your outstretched lifespan that’ll only continue on and on until the fall of the pantheon, an insignificant thing that you’re only due to forget in a matter of years, had even started to forget with his diligent work of ridding the waste of space,