This staggered Yuan, taking a moment, blinking and losing some of his demeanor. Kratos himself suggested this, you know." "The boy is wearing the Exsphere of his mother, taking on the role of his father. It was clear he was holding back, trying not to lash out. I didn't want to disturb you in your hard labor with something so insignificant." "Ah, that." Strolling back out the cell, Mithos was still holding on to the plush, absentmindedly petting it. see him around with the Chosen instead of Kratos? Why wasn't I informed?" "You have to be more specific, Yuan."Īnnoyance flickered in those teal eyes. Tilting his head slightly, Mithos looked him over curiously. There was a rare mix of anger and disbelieve in Yuan's face, as his teal colored eyes remained their cool, staring him down. Snapping out of his reminiscing, the leader turned around to see the blue haired face of his comrade. "Mithos, what in the world do you think you are doing?" An unusually agitated voice sounded from behind him. Behind that stoic face and demeanor, was a caring man. It was something that reflected back in his son. He'd never admit it, but Kratos had a big heart. Mithos slightly smiled to himself as he stroked the soft plush with his thumb. The tag had Kratos his nicest handwriting: Noishe. Mithos rose a brow as he stepped closer and went to pick up what he spotted.Ī small, white and green plush of a dog with big ears. The bed was a bunched-up mess of clothes and again more blankets and pillows. Even with what little the boy had, he had managed to clutter it all up.īlankets everywhere, some books, lots of papers, some colored, most of them folded into shapes. That boy was not like his father in that regard. Well, there was no one in there anymore, it used to be Lloyd's cell after all. He grimaced at himself he had truly become a god.
That, the Eternal Sword back in the tower, and all the summon spirits at his command, Mithos couldn't help but feel powerful. This world will be perfect, no one will ever persecute us ever again.Īs he walked through the base, he looked up to the seed high above his head. Be patient, finally you will with me soon. He couldn't wait to show this to his sister, to share it with her as they will enter the era of lifeless beings. The one place he was accepted, even where he ruled. It was cold and never would feel like home, to him at least.īut to Mithos, it was. If you had asked Lloyd, he'd say the place was dead, despite all the people being there. The cold steel, electrical workings and emotionless, mindless Angels gave no warmth. Functional and a good place to work from, as well as a nice retreat. Naturally, this was exactly Mithos his intend when he had it build.
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