He would not give up.
He would create a new world for his people.
He would revive his sister.
So why, after four thousand years, was he suddenly having second thoughts?
Ultimately, Mithos wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this.
At first he had justified it with gathering information, learning their friendships and group dynamics so he could better rip them all apart later. What was the saying, "hold your friends close but your enemies closer"?
It had made sense in the moment, of course.
He'd learn what he needed to, then perhaps fake his death or disappear in the dead of night, then return home to better orchestrate everything. Once he had this group figured out, he could focus on preparing for the revival, and figuring out whatever the hell his two companions were up to right now...
But he should have known better.
Compassion and love still burned in his heart after all this time. It was what kept him focused, and if he lost those things, there was no point to his prolonged existence. His lost family, the bloody suffering and slaughter of his half-elven brothers and sisters-- they were everything to him.
Why did it have to be this way?
Why did this group of annoying, bumbling idiots, so intent on interfering with his goals, have to have two people that sung to his loneliness?
One was so like his late sister, Martel. She was brilliant beyond her years, crafty and aware of the cruelties of society, but tender and caring when it mattered. She was like a parent-- close, but not quite-- to all the younger people in this group of heroes, and it left his memories spiraling, recalling how his sister was always there for him even when their parents had left them behind. It left him with an ache in his chest like no other.
And the other one...
Mithos saw so much of himself in the other boy. They were around the same age (in body, in mind; not in time), had the same fascinations with magic, and had run from the hate of the world only to live on all the same. Delicate, fragile, but persistent and wanting to see the goodness in things. He wasn't sure he had ever met another half-elf so like himself, not in the countless years he had spent isolating... so now he couldn't push himself to let go.
He was left inspired with feelings that he couldn't fully understand.
He'd made a crucial mistake in not killing these two sooner.
He had his chance in that first encounter, when they knew not who he was in his angelic guise... but now he was attached. Sentimental.
However high he could put himself above other living things, in age and power and possession of knowledge... he was alive, too. And he was not immune to every facet of that experience.
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Story, profile & overlay by Marine.
Characters & universe by Bandai-Namco.