“..Say..something.” Mithrix quietly showed vulnerability in forgiveness yet disappointment for his banishment from his brother, Providence.

The ‘demigod’ stood tall, not facing towards you, yet his obvious, deep hatred for you was shown.

“..Vermin.”

He turned around, wielding his hammer, clenched tight.

“..Frail and weak, yet..managing to come here.”

“…I can not see your fate.”

Mithrix looked down at you.

“..But I can design on how it ends. Right here.”