Emilia appeared unsatisfied by his answer, but nonetheless unsurprised by the typical excuse that the realms called upon the gods to maintain proper balance. As the Weaver, she too strived toward shifting the pieces among the coven members and fulfilling duty, though, many unknowingly trusted her without understanding how powerful she truly was. Mil instantly felt the intrusion of another's abilities, brighter and stronger than anyone she ever allowed inside her mind. Death's power radiated through her veins strongly enough that she wanted to enjoy the moment. Instead, what touched the witch's gaze the moment she opened her eyes was glorious, breath-taking, and appropriately otherworldly. Strings, so many beautiful strings ebbing and flowing, the sound accompanying it like the angels above singing harmoniously. Emilia's hand nearly reached up to touch one, wanting to know what a life felt like. She wondered where hers was located, where Azriel was, or Kai's, what color they would appear. "I see it." She murmured with understanding. However, Emilia knew the beauty and peace would not last, after all, there is a reason why Death was showing her this. Showing her what happened after the rifts opened. The strings now doubled, tripled, representing every person who came from a different timeline. The Foxwood twins, Blair Baird, her cousin Cael, Nyrinn, nearly everyone who now resided in her home disrupted what should not have been tampered with. The sound of cries caused the woman to flinch, the unpleasantness sending chills along her spine. Too many emotions, too much anticipated dread, filled the witch and almost sent a pleading beg from her lips to stop him from touching Gianna's tangled string. "No, I wouldn't-" She shook her head repeatedly, but it was far too late. The break cut through the air and sent the ground quaking as if it trembled from the fear of Gi's connection to the Princes shattering. Or perhaps, that was her own fear taking root and burrowing into the dirt. Mil's eyes snapped up and shot all around her as the world she lived in disintegrated before the pair. This right here, this is what will happen because of her hubris. Lives perishing, realms ending, because of her and Ulric. Mil's palms pressed against her ears, eyes squeezing shut as she tried every method attempting to drown out the screams. "I never wanted to become the villain. This isn't who I am, I just wanted to help Ulric...and save Azriel." Give him back his sister, make him happy, they were excuses. Her attention found the god again, pleading etched into her expression. "Just make it stop. Make it stop."
With a single snap of his fingers, the illusion dropped, the silence of his powers returning to him, filling the air around the witch, whereas it was something that he would always be subjected to until the error was fixed. "I have seen this timeline, where it would be by now had it not been for my brother's foolish mistake. The Foxwood girl would be well on her way to growing the lives within her that you were so willing to destroy her over, living happily with her Prince. Kai would have still been with my nephew. Azriel would have still been with Lust– even you would have found happiness that you have been neglected for so long." A silence stretched between the two of them, with his hands clasped behind his back once more. "Actions have consequences, Emilia. If you do not wish to be what you regard as a villain, then it would be best for you to remember that fact. While some actions are designed into the timeline... some are not, and it will end poorly as you saw with your own eyes." The god gave the witch a once-over, giving a small nod before disappearing into thin air. Only time would tell if the witch would heed his warning and stop her pursuit, but there would be nothing else he could do other than be hers, and every living mortal's, fear.




















