vatheon | 6ᴛʜ sᴇʀᴀᴘʜɪᴍ

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Who: Mithos Yggdrasill and anyone.
Where: Lamufao
When: Just before sunrise.
Status: Open

It's that time again, everyone. The time of the month when people start arriving into Vatheon, and Mithos hasn't given up hope, yet. Ever since Colette told him Martel could arrive here, Mithos has spent one week of every month waiting for her, for the coral to bring her here to him, to reunited them as he's so desperately wanted for four thousand years.

The mist was thick. Mithos had long since shut off his SFC, not caring to listen to all the illusions everyone was seeing. If it wasn't for the fact that angels didn't get cold or hot, he'd be shivering right now. His was seated on his park bench, his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms crossed underneath them just below his Cruxis Crystal.

He barely heard the voice, at first. "Mithos..." He had thought he had fallen asleep, and was dreaming. When he looked up, he finally saw her. But she looked... wrong. Distant. Not making eye contact with him, her eyes shaded by her hair. "S-sis...?" Mithos asked. The sky was darkening already, perhaps a part of the illusion. Mithos could already feel tears of joy welling up in his eyes. "Mithos... what have you done?" she asked.

"Sis, what are you talking about? You're here now, we're--" "Mithos, stop." His breath caught in his throat. What-- what was she talking about? "All of those people you killed... all of those innocent humans... everyone you've hurt... why?" Mithos's heart felt like it stopped. The color drained from his face. He was frozen in place, thinking he was about to wake up from some horrific nightmare. Was... was Martel really...?

"Your silence says everything, Mithos. It wasn't for me. It was your own hatred. You've betrayed everything the four of us fought for. You've become that which you've always hated the most." Martel then turned on her heel, and began walking back towards Lamufao. Mithos' hands balled into fists. He wasn't breathing, and his head was spinning. His sister... his sister just turned her back on him. She called him a traitor. No better than a human. Martel continued walking away, towards Lamufao. She suddenly raised her hand to the coral, and vanished into thin-air, leaving her brother behind. The mist broke, and the 'sun began coming up. Mithos could feel a cold sweat dripping down his face, though it was hard to tell if it was sweat or tears.

Mithos had never felt more profoundly alone than he did in that very moment. His eyes were wide, staring at the coral. "She... she couldn't--" he managed to choke out. No. This was a trick. His sister would never turn her back on him like that. He could have wiped all life on the planet and she'd still love him, he'd still be her little brother.

Someone had better stop him before he does something stupid. That utter despair he was feeling was quickly being replaced by anger and rage.

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[Angelina just left the clinic, having worked the night shift. She finds Mithos sitting near the coral. He doesn't look like he is fine.]

Good morning... Are you alright?

[ Mithos finally looked up, his teeth grit, tears streaking down his cheek, full of pure fury. He completely ignores the woman who just addressed him, and starts marching towards the coral. His fists are starting to glow bright white, the telltale signs of him charging up a spell.

Please stop him. ]

[She doesn't know what he's doing, but it could only end in someone getting hurt. Most likely Mithos.]

No, do not do that! You will get hurt!

[ Mithos freezes in his tracks, but he turns back to Angelina, absolutely seething. ]

It doesn't matter. Nobody lies about my sister like that.

W-Who lied about your sister?

[Is he being affected by a curse?]

[ Full crazy, go. ]

T-the coral. It-- she rejected me. She would never do that.

[She shakes her head. That coral just keeps seeming more dangerous each time.]

That must just be an illusion... Do not believe it. The coral must be trying to decieve you...

Does it have a death wish!?

[ He's just getting even more angry now. ]

I do not think the coral would be easily destroyed. You could try. I wonder if we would all die or if we would be sent home...

[She watches what he will do.]

[ They'd all die? He's heard before that the coral was the only thing keeping them alive. He's just never taken it seriously before now. He's still fuming and ready to hurt something or someone, but at least he's pausing a bit. ]

I can't let the coral get away with it.

I am not ready to die yet, but I will not stand in your way if you want to destroy it...

[She has no powers to stop him, so she'd also die if she tried.]

[ Mithos continued staring at the coral. And stares. And stares some more. Finally, he raises his hand, and a large, pulsing ball of light energy appears in his palm. Strands of energy crackle off in all directions, but dissipate before they get very far. To those who don't know what an angel is, it would appear like a small sun in his hand. It's only a small fraction of Mithos's power as the leader of the Four Seraphim, but... ]

[ ... after a few seconds, his palm closes, and the energy disappears, re-absorbed into his mana pool. ]

Whatever. I'm not going to destroy the only thing that can bring her here, or send me home. But I'm not going to be forgetting this any time soon.

[She sighs and smiles tenderly.]

You must really miss her...

Humans killed her. They deserve to pay for it.

[An is shocked at that.]

I am sorry about it. Us humans, we are selfish beings... [Sighs. She can't help but thinking of all the prostitutes who went to her for an abortion back in London. But that is not something young Mithos needs to hear.]

You are. Each and every one of you are. [ Thanks for validating him, Angelina, as if he really needed that right now. ] And after four thousand years, they haven't even tried to change. I got tired of waiting. And now I'm going to force them to change.

I apologize about that. [Though this young elf seems to be rather selfish himself.]

But how do you intend to make us change?

By making everyone into the same species.

[ Yeah. He actually has enough power to do that. ]

[She blinks, because to her that sounds quite impossible.]

Will you make us humans into your own species? Or just... kill us all?

Everyone will become angels.

[ Just... not the same kind of angel he is. He still has his emotions, and is several times more powerful than the 'usual' angels. ]

[You have managed to shock An.]

Does this mean everyone will die? Or we'll just become angels?

You'll become angels.

That is a rather interesting solution... I wonder how would it be like...

Since Lloyd had finally drifted off to sleep, Kratos took a much needed break to wander around the city. It was a casual walk to begin with, but the moment he saw Mithos he knew instinctively that something was terribly wrong. Walking up to him quickly, he placed a hand on the seraph's shoulder.

"Mithos? What is it?"

Mithos' breath is coming out in short, strained gasps. His teeth are grit, his face stained with dried tears, which are already starting to come back. When he speaks, his voice is barely above a hoarse whisper, most likely from his throat being almost raw from being so hysterical.

"The coral... lied. About Martel."

Kratos lets his eyes drift over to the coral. Of course the deepest fears Mithos holds are related to Martel. How could it be anything else? He's dedicated thousands of years to bringing his sister back, he's amassed so much power that there's almost nothing that can stand before him... nothing but the words of that very same sister.

"It is just a curse. It shows you things you fear."

"I don't care!" Mithos shouts back. No, nobody came between him and Martel. Not Lloyd, not Yuan, not Colette, and certainly not this damn coral. Nobody. That said, if anyone can talk him down from this, it's Kratos. Which is why Mithos hasn't gotten up off of this bench and tried to burn it to cinders with magic yet.

"Mithos!" For just a moment, his voice takes on the tone he used to use when teaching Mithos swordplay. He falters briefly, unsure if Mithos will be angry for the slip or not. Kratos forges on.

"We cannot afford to damage this coral. We have worked to bring back Martel for thousands of years. Please, have some patience. Do not destroy the one thing that may be able to bring her back safely."

Mithos damn near sent Kratos flying for taking that tone with him right now, but what he says next... it makes him fall silent, though his breath is still coming out in erratic, labored gasps. "If-- if destroying that thing... wouldn't kill me, too... it would a pile of ash right now."

Kratos relaxes ever so slightly. Good, Mithos is thinking at least a little logically again. Time to redirect that anger into something more productive.

"From my understanding, the coral may just be a power source. It is the scientists of this place that toy with us. I have not yet discovered where they are hiding, but I believe they may be the ones deserving punishment here."

"Then they better hope for their sakes I never find out who they are. Nobody lies about my sister like that." Mithos's eyes lower to the ground. The last time he was this angry, he nearly killed Zelos and then threatened his sister if she ever showed up here.

Kratos was lucky he could actually get through to him like that.

"I would like to have a few words with them as well," he replies stiffly. Lloyd has been a mess all week. Life is generally peaceful in Vatheon, but every now and again it becomes clear just how at the mercy of the scientists they are.

Not unlike being in a human ranch...

Mithos huffs, and begins walking away. "Let's go. I've had enough of this coral for one month."

If Martel isn't brought here soon... well... Mithos isn't sure how much more of this he can take without a way to blow off steam. He's a ticking time bomb, and he came very close to exploding just now. By some miracle, Kratos was around to talk him down. But someday, sometime, it won't be enough.

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