The Void Are Calling...

Leila - 19 - She/Her - Just Wandering Around \(•^°)/ Need A Rest?

[leilawanderingaround]

"You are a stubborn one, Lady [Name]..."

There is a hint of annoyance in the Lygus's voice. He ponder for a long moment, staring deeply into the Abyss Of Fate. It's no use, he can't sense any trace of you, your physical body nor your soul (data). It's like you disappeared or cease to exist all together.

Yet, he could feel his movements restricted, strings around his limbs like a puppet being controlled. You must have done something to his admin privileges, that he is sure. So much so that he can't even access the world in between anymore. You have taken a part of himself prisoner. The handmaiden of death that you are will never cease to torment him, no matter what cycle.

Irontomb progess have dropped from 99% down to an alarming 89 and continue to decline ever so steadily across 33.550.336 cycles.

Neikos496 too has successfully break through the world of Amphoreus in the last cycle and is actively fighting against the black tides. And Lygus is sure he can blame you for that.

"Nous have cast its gaze... Is it you that was beholden by the god?"

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"Crafted by Thanatos, Chosen by Talanton, she- the left hand of darkness shall enforce all rule on humanity, serving peace by her hands that hold the leash."

The cold embrace of death is nothing you haven't experienced before. You have walk through the soul river hundred of time, guiding people to the nether realm, back to your dear sister- Castorice's embrace.

But you are still one of Talanton's herald. And Lygus... no, Zandar would be a fool if he thinks you will just take it lying down. To trample your beloved and force him through all of those suffering, to rob him od happiness and take away his smile. It is by the rule of the scale that he go through the same process.

"Justice is blind, not heartless. Haven't you heard, Zandar? Even a monster who wrought death with only a touch like I can love." You muses, walking through the darkness of the Abyss. The coldness surrounding you like a soft embrace, reminding you of home, of Aidonia- the land covered in snow.

Still, the true core flame of Law- the emperor's scepter- the piece of Nous burn in your hands like magma.

You traded a piece of yourself to rewrite the law of Amphoreus. By sacrifice your mortal body and soul (data), you successfully restrict some of Zandar's administration privileges, and reverse Irontomb's birthing progress.

A steep price but nothing you can't handle. You have expect to die, to truly be erased from this world, from this cursed equation. Yet, you didn't.

"Phainon... Khaslana, dearly beloved, stay strong now. Please don't cry" you smile bitterly, continue your endless walk, running away from Zandar's gaze. Only in the darkness shall he never find you.

The ghostly embrace of your lover aiding you to continue on and on. His cries is your personal lullaby. "Just a little bit more, my dear. The trailblazer will succeed"

Sit in the "heart" of Neikos496's code is a copy of you. The you in his image, the you that he love, almost perfect to the original, save for some of the "god complex"? Did you act like that? Or did he truly think you are that highly above all other?

Still, it was enough for you to transfer your consciousness to that version and rebuilt yourself. In a sense, it's a form of rebirth. How poetic.

"Nous, guid me onward. Let this story have a happy ending"

[leilawanderingaround]

While we suffer... Please enjoy some of the pictures I took of Phainon

Aghhhhhh, he in this clothes is so yummy OMG

This combo took me out the most

His eyes.... My baby ‚•^°‚

*sob* please, he been through enough. Hoyo, stopppppppp

[leilawanderingaround]

I lost the fifty-fifty on Phainon's banner but he got home 20 pulls later. It was right simping for you, my love.

Now... What do I do with this?...

[leilawanderingaround]

Watch me uno reverse Kevin Kaslana on Phainon.

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Under the golden thread of Okhema, you dream of Aidonia, of being held in the arms of your god who has long since departed. As a servant blessed by Thanatos, fellow daughter of the river Styx, alike to your sister- Castorice, everything you touch will seemingly rot, destroy and return to the soil be it friends or foes.

Cursed, they said. Blessed, you think. For the moment you stepped foot inside the golden gate of the Mnestia, a gaze has been lingering on you, obsessive, desperate and suffocating. You try to brush it off, the civilian doesn't dare to approach you. You are here to finish your duty as told by the prophecy, you said to yourself. Here, your comfort matters little or nothing at all.

And there you met him, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae- the deliverancer- saviour of Amphoreus- the nameless new king. For one who has been surrounded by darkness in the embrace of Thanatos like you, his smile was as bright as the sun. A sudden emotion crawls up your spine. Your mind becomes blank, your eyes wide, with heels dug into the marble floor and body frozen like stone.

It was almost enough for you to run away in fear of being captive in this endless sunlight city. Like the Titan Kephale has stolen away the breath of freedom that you possessed.

Like any other, he can't touch you. You take it as a small favour from all the suffering you have endured under the guidance of Thanatos. But yet, he still searched for you, seeking you out whenever possible. And you realized that he would not hesitate to lay down his life and many others if it means being able to touch you forever.

"Please wear this, my dear." He placed the box onto the table and looked at you with hope in his eyes. Still you shake your head. Phainon's shoulders slump in defeat, he huffs and pouts but comply nonetheless and stepped back five steps. After seeing that, you carefully go and open the box. Inside was a long cape, made of blue and golden thread almost identical to his.

You wrap the cape over your shoulder on you, still unsure of what this meant. Phainon then raised his hand, one side of the cape lifted itself up and traversed to his side. He gets down on his keen as the cape wraps around his hand and wrist.

The deliverancer then raises the piece of fabric up and kisses it, soft yet passionate as if he were kissing you instead.

"I have asked Aglaea to craft this for you. In this way, they will know that I belong to you." he whispered, closing his eyes, almost in bliss. "Until I find a way to be worthy of your touch, please bear with this, my love."

"Agy, why did you do that? You already know how [Name] is around Snowy right?" Tribbie couldn't help but question the demi-god.

"If you already know the answer then why ask, my dear friend?" Aglaea chuckles. While she does feel rather bad for the young girl, it is her duty to do so.

"Crafted by Thanatos, Chosen by Talanton, she- the left hand of darkness shall enforce all rule on humanity, serving peace by her hands that hold the leash." The Goldweaver mused, reciting the prophecy.

Phainon will not raise his hands against her even when law and freedom stance against one another. But to ensure that he doesn't lift a finger towards Okhema, towards Amphoreus, she needs to be there and be the leash that hold the mad dog back.

"All will be well, my dear" Aglaea quietly said, using the golden thread to pull the blanket over the young girl sleeping figure. "I will need you to play your role a little longer."

[leilawanderingaround]

When you are in writer block but get cheered up by the comments. Thank you so much for your support \•v°/

You will fall into the abyss and forfeit your mortal body

Before crawling out from the womb of the world to embrace your beloved

Is what your prophecy has foretold in the divine scripture. As horrifying as it sounded, you have come to accept it. The idea of having a peaceful death is a luxury that Chrysos Heirs cannot afford.

But it seems like your... beloved doesn't seem to handle that fact very well.

At times like this, you are grateful for being cursed by Thanatos, that everything and everyone you touch will wither and rot away. Because if Phainon could touch you, he would have held onto you and never let go.

Right now, he kneels before you, of course, still far enough not to be affected by your blessing. His hands held onto the end of your cloak- the cloak that he had Lady Aglea crafted for you so tightly as if it was his lifeline.

"Why does fate have to be so cruel to you, my dear?" Phainon said as he brought the cloak to his face, burying his face into it as if desperately trying to take in your scent. His voice seems so... scared? So vulnerable, so tired of everything. The teasing and joyful hints in his voice normally now completely disappeared.

Maybe you have come to terms with his love towards you, less fearful and more of tired acceptance. Because for a moment, you reach out your hand as if wanting to comfort him, wanting to drag him into your embrace and whisper sweet nothings to the hero. But of course, your hand stopped midway at the last moment.

"Phainon, go to sleep..." You said instead, turning away instead. And tiredly, he does. All while still holding onto the cape as if fearing you would just disappear if he let go.

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The grove has been attacked...

The sacred place of knowledge- Cerces's divine body and your beloved school has been attacked.

"Please, please tell me that Professor Anaxa is still alive" you run as fast as you can alongside your sister, the Trailblazer and Lady Trianne toward the throne of knowledge.

Spotting the black figure covering the throne and Anaxa's body, your blood ran cold. An unsettling feeling settles deep inside your soul as it turns around.

You try to raise your weapon in vain as its shadow strikes your sister and kicks you away l.

"One slash, two slash... Three slashes... should be enough... Only one... remain... unharm"

Your mind began crawling with fear.

No, no,...

Why?

Why does this feel... so familiar?

"Phainon?"

[leilawanderingaround]

This might be the end of this story line... •^° I might write a short Phainon crash out when 3.4 came out

"Are you sure of this, little [Name]? I don't know how Snowy is gonna react..." Lady Tribbie nervously guides you to the Abyss of Fate, where Oronyx once laid.

After the incident at the Grove, you had tried to distance yourself from Phainon and others much to the deliverer's dismay.

He might remember the Flame Reaver as the destroyer of his hometown, the killer of his friends and family. The one he wished to kill. And other Chrysos Heir only know it to be an enemy of the Flame Chase.

But you, you understand otherwise.

You could recognize him by touch alone, by smell.

You would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.

You would know him in the embrace of Thanatos, at the beginning of Era Nova.

The Flame Reaver is Phainon of Aedes Elysiae or at least a twisted version of him that you can't understand.

But even in this horrifying form, he refused to kill you. Just hurt you enough to keep you away. Your stomach is still brushing from the last attack The Flame Reaver landed on you, blooming like dark purple flowers on your soft skin.

Your heart sank a bit that night when you refused to meet Phainon's gaze, locking yourself away in seclusion with the excuse of nursing your wounds.

You don't think you can face him anymore. All the façade you built up came crumbling down, until nothing remains.

"It must have been awful for him to see you in such a state" Aglea said as her golden threads weaved, helping you put on the bandages over your wounds. They look bad but they aren't life threatening unlike those of your sister and comrades.

You knew if Phainon could touch you, he would be lapping the dirt off of your body like a dog, carresing each wounds so carefully as if it was him who was hurt instead.

"My dear [Name], we all have a role to play in the flame chase. Now that the core flame of Time has been claimed, a sacrifice must be made" the gold weaver said. "I only hope you do it right"

"Of course, Lady Aglea. I will play my part right"

"I have promised Lady Aglea. Now is the perfect time. The only time we can do this actually" You said, standing on the ruin platform, staring down at the dark abyss below.

One by one, the Chrysos Heirs will depart from life. Leaving only one to witness the miracle.

Lord Mydei, your dear sister Castorice, Lady Trianne, Lady Aglea, Professor Anaxa,... All have done their part right.

With Phainon and Hyacine gone with the Trailblazers to fight Aquila, and no one stopping you. It's only right that it's your turn now.

You will fall into the abyss and forfeit your mortal body

Before crawling out from the womb of the world to embrace your beloved

"Please tell Phainon to finish the prophecy... Tell him, that's the only way we will meet again" you smile at Lady Tribbie before closing your eyes, stepping closer to the edge of the platform. Your form grows smaller as darkness swallows you whole

"See you tomorrow, Lady Tribbie"

"See you tomorrow, Little [Name]"

[leilawanderingaround]

Watch me uno reverse Kevin Kaslana on Phainon.

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Under the golden thread of Okhema, you dream of Aidonia, of being held in the arms of your god who has long since departed. As a servant blessed by Thanatos, fellow daughter of the river Styx, alike to your sister- Castorice, everything you touch will seemingly rot, destroy and return to the soil be it friends or foes.

Cursed, they said. Blessed, you think. For the moment you stepped foot inside the golden gate of the Mnestia, a gaze has been lingering on you, obsessive, desperate and suffocating. You try to brush it off, the civilian doesn't dare to approach you. You are here to finish your duty as told by the prophecy, you said to yourself. Here, your comfort matters little or nothing at all.

And there you met him, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae- the deliverancer- saviour of Amphoreus- the nameless new king. For one who has been surrounded by darkness in the embrace of Thanatos like you, his smile was as bright as the sun. A sudden emotion crawls up your spine. Your mind becomes blank, your eyes wide, with heels dug into the marble floor and body frozen like stone.

It was almost enough for you to run away in fear of being captive in this endless sunlight city. Like the Titan Kephale has stolen away the breath of freedom that you possessed.

Like any other, he can't touch you. You take it as a small favour from all the suffering you have endured under the guidance of Thanatos. But yet, he still searched for you, seeking you out whenever possible. And you realized that he would not hesitate to lay down his life and many others if it means being able to touch you forever.

"Please wear this, my dear." He placed the box onto the table and looked at you with hope in his eyes. Still you shake your head. Phainon's shoulders slump in defeat, he huffs and pouts but comply nonetheless and stepped back five steps. After seeing that, you carefully go and open the box. Inside was a long cape, made of blue and golden thread almost identical to his.

You wrap the cape over your shoulder on you, still unsure of what this meant. Phainon then raised his hand, one side of the cape lifted itself up and traversed to his side. He gets down on his keen as the cape wraps around his hand and wrist.

The deliverancer then raises the piece of fabric up and kisses it, soft yet passionate as if he were kissing you instead.

"I have asked Aglaea to craft this for you. In this way, they will know that I belong to you." he whispered, closing his eyes, almost in bliss. "Until I find a way to be worthy of your touch, please bear with this, my love."

"Agy, why did you do that? You already know how [Name] is around Snowy right?" Tribbie couldn't help but question the demi-god.

"If you already know the answer then why ask, my dear friend?" Aglaea chuckles. While she does feel rather bad for the young girl, it is her duty to do so.

"Crafted by Thanatos, Chosen by Talanton, she- the left hand of darkness shall enforce all rule on humanity, serving peace by her hands that hold the leash." The Goldweaver mused, reciting the prophecy.

Phainon will not raise his hands against her even when law and freedom stance against one another. But to ensure that he doesn't lift a finger towards Okhema, towards Amphoreus, she needs to be there and be the leash that hold the mad dog back.

"All will be well, my dear" Aglaea quietly said, using the golden thread to pull the blanket over the young girl sleeping figure. "I will need you to play your role a little longer."

[leilawanderingaround]

When you are in writer block but get cheered up by the comments. Thank you so much for your support \•v°/

You will fall into the abyss and forfeit your mortal body

Before crawling out from the womb of the world to embrace your beloved

Is what your prophecy has foretold in the divine scripture. As horrifying as it sounded, you have come to accept it. The idea of having a peaceful death is a luxury that Chrysos Heirs cannot afford.

But it seems like your... beloved doesn't seem to handle that fact very well.

At times like this, you are grateful for being cursed by Thanatos, that everything and everyone you touch will wither and rot away. Because if Phainon could touch you, he would have held onto you and never let go.

Right now, he kneels before you, of course, still far enough not to be affected by your blessing. His hands held onto the end of your cloak- the cloak that he had Lady Aglea crafted for you so tightly as if it was his lifeline.

"Why does fate have to be so cruel to you, my dear?" Phainon said as he brought the cloak to his face, burying his face into it as if desperately trying to take in your scent. His voice seems so... scared? So vulnerable, so tired of everything. The teasing and joyful hints in his voice normally now completely disappeared.

Maybe you have come to terms with his love towards you, less fearful and more of tired acceptance. Because for a moment, you reach out your hand as if wanting to comfort him, wanting to drag him into your embrace and whisper sweet nothings to the hero. But of course, your hand stopped midway at the last moment.

"Phainon, go to sleep..." You said instead, turning away instead. And tiredly, he does. All while still holding onto the cape as if fearing you would just disappear if he let go.

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The grove has been attacked...

The sacred place of knowledge- Cerces's divine body and your beloved school has been attacked.

"Please, please tell me that Professor Anaxa is still alive" you run as fast as you can alongside your sister, the Trailblazer and Lady Trianne toward the throne of knowledge.

Spotting the black figure covering the throne and Anaxa's body, your blood ran cold. An unsettling feeling settles deep inside your soul as it turns around.

You try to raise your weapon in vain as its shadow strikes your sister and kicks you away l.

"One slash, two slash... Three slashes... should be enough... Only one... remain... unharm"

Your mind began crawling with fear.

No, no,...

Why?

Why does this feel... so familiar?

"Phainon?"

[leilawanderingaround]

LET'S GO, BITCHES. MAY MYDEI WANTERS BE MYDEI HAVER!!!!

[leilawanderingaround]

Imagine Phainon abandoning his duty as the deliverancer for your cause...

They said geniuses hailed from the grove are nothing but a bunch of people who have lost their mind. One of them includes you.

The one who has angered the gods- they called you. Only it was enough to make Phainon curious. Surely you can't be that bad.

Arrogance, ambitious, heartless towards others, obsessive with forbidden knowledge. They scorn your existence, wishing for your demise yet follow your every order. Because they know it was the only way for you to stay alive.

"They shouldn't be alive to begin with"

"It was only by Cerces's grace that they still stand."

"The black tide failed to take back its creation again I see"

He imagines you to be this cold and fearsome leading figure, similar to that of Aglaea. But to his surprise, you were very... what to say... skittish?

You ignore him despite his ongoing attempts to talk to you, choosing to stay silent whenever he asked a question. Walking past him whenever you two cross paths. Or often locking the door of your study so he couldn't go in, and is even willing to skip meals just to avoid him.

"Reckless genius" he scolded inside his head as he found your door remained locked again during dinner time.

It's not like he come baring any ill intents. While yes, it's Aglaea's order to gather information. He doesn't plan on violating any rules or put anyone in harm way.

He just wished to learn more about you.

Anaxa- one of the few that you tolerate enough to barely talk to due to similar beliefs, have many time told him to drop it.

"They is not the type to bend easily. That idiot would rather die than have a proper talk to a Chrysos Heir like you" the sage said. "Best not to bother them..."

Too bad Phainon's patience has run dry at this point.

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"So you found it..." Phainon could feel the gun's barrel pressed against the back of his head. The hero stays frozen, hands gripping the scroll tightly. His mind reeling from the information he just learned from all the scrolls inside your study. " I told you not to bother them. And you choose to ignore my warning"

Anaxa could feel the cold sweat running down his spine. He knows that the chosen ones have been sent here by the golden seamstress to find information about you but he never expected that he would be this reckless to just break in entering in board daylight, choosing the only day in the week when you weren't there to confront him.

"Did you know about this?" Phainon's voice sends tremble down Anaxa's arm. The sage swallows roughly before nodding.

"I am their partner in crime after all..." Anaxa said. His finger pressing slightly on the trigger but not enough to fire. He would like to avoid murder the deliverancer if possible. But if he insists on tattling to his allies, Anaxa wouldn't mind going down with him today just to ensure that you stay safe.

"All for you. Only for you." The sage thought as Phainon turn around. He wouldn't have anything if it wasn't for you. It's only right if he returns everything to you, for you.

"So you are saying that all we have been doing is all futile." Phainon's mind began racing. How many times did they do this? How many people have suffered and died just to continue this cursed cycle to continue? Has all he has done have been for naught?

"That I can't say..." Anaxa let out a breath he had been holding. The sage doesn't know the full extent of your research on the prophecy after all. You're not very willing to share, even with him- your closest confidant.

In a flash, Phainon turned around and promptly knocked Anaxa out cold on the floor before wending out of the room to find you. The one who could answer all of this.

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You knew he would come, you were waiting. Your arms crossed in front of your chest. You let out a sigh as the hero steps into your house after breaking the door down.

He stand in front of you, staring down. His blue eyes missing its usual warm gaze. Phainon's hands come to your shoulders, squeezing hard enough to bruised.

You have to stop yourself from groaning as you stare at him. Your heart beats like crazy inside of your ribcage.

" It doesn't matter" you thought. You could just start over the next cycle. And you won't fail again. But for now, you are willing to die.

Instead of the strike that you were hoping for, Phainon pull you closer, hugging your form. His hands trembling with unknown feeling.

"What do you need?" He ask. "To stop all of this... To safe everyone"

You were bewildered. What's happening here? You try to use your hand to push the hero away yet he hold you even closer, close enough that it was hard to breath properly.

"You need the core flames right? I will take them for you. I will bring you whatever you need. After that, we can get out of this together. Out of this cursed world..."

That day Phainon- the deliverancer disappeared. And someone don the mask of the Flame Reaver appeared.

[harmonysanreads]

Phainon seems like the kind of guy who'd willingly use a period cramps simulator, or whatever the magic powered equivalent is — not because he didn't believe that you're seriously in pain every month, no no. But because he wanted to better understand what you were going through. The effort proved fruitful as well, he who scarcely thinks of Math now calculates and tracks your cycles for you. When it inevitably arrives he's prepared with sanitary products, pillows, blankets, heating appliances, whatever food item(s) you take comfort in and does not leave you alone for the first three days at the very least.

[leilawanderingaround]

Guess who is back from vacation \(•∆°)/ Having some thought about Phainon again...

Rumours have it that you- the lover of Phainon is possessive as they see the Chrysos Heir walk the street, neck covered bite marks and handprint bruises. Little did they know there was more to a story...

"A little more please..." Phainon's grip on your neck is gentle yet unyielding as he pushes your face deeper into his neck, wanting your teeth to sink deeper into his flesh where the golden sun was carved. "A bit more love, please, please."

You have to stop yourself from groaning. Your teeth aches and your arms tired from perching over his form, holding him tightly. The taste of blood scorched into your mind, painting the inside of your mouth golden. To taste the flesh and blood of a Chrysos Heir, one might think it's a dream come true. But for you, it's not that enjoyable.

You dream of soft touches, of caressing another in your hold, light as a feather. To you, it's the definition of love. If there were violence in a relationship then it's not love. But Phainon beg to differ.

Phainon views it as an act of claiming, of belonging to one another. To have himself surrender to you is heavenly in his opinion. He can rest, free from his duty as the deliverancer as he lay under you, handing you the reign to do as you wish.

He wants you to lay claim to his body, over the god's own claim over him. Your handprint is worth more than anything Kephale could offer.

In pain, there is pleasure. He would ghostly touch the marks you left behind and think back about how you have his thighs pressed against his chest as he whine and thrash last night. About how the rope pressed into his flesh, leaving behind beautiful red lines.

It's like you are painting art over his body, making it uniquely yours.

The marks are there to stay, he wants them renewed before they could fully heal if you are willing. Of course Phainon likes it when you are worried about him, you take care of everything so well, before, during and after. You got everything under control.

But he wanted you to know that he is not the fragile type. You could do more and he is more than welcome. Of course he is fully intent on returning the favour.

Too bad you don't wear anything backless out of shyness. Those red lines are a delight to look at according to Aglaea's words whenever she takes your measurements.

Phainon would proudly huff his chest. Of course, he has been growing his nails after all. Not enough for you to notice but still.

[leilawanderingaround]

I miss him already... Phainon, come home but don't come back like Kevin. Hoyo, I beg of you.

“I don’t know who you are, nor why you’re here.”

It is common to be wary of strangers, especially at this dark time when the black tide continues to wreak havoc on the people of Amphoreus. So when the supposed savior of the world suddenly appeared outside of the golden gate of Okhema, you were already expecting the worst. Aglaea’s golden threads were wrapped tightly around every corner of the city, ready to attack at any moment. Three gates were opened by the Tribios, prioritizing the civilian’s life above all.

And you—one of the best soldiers of Okhema, born with Oronyx’s blessing—were ready to raise your sword and strike if needed.

“At your order, my lady,” You said, standing before Aglaea. Your sword raised, shielding her figure from the deliverer. Her golden thread too, wrapped around your arms in a form of protection.

“At ease, my dear.” She smiles reassuringly. “Three against one is quite an advantage, isn’t it?”

“But let me make this one thing CLEAR”

Your sword clashed against his as Aglaea’s golden thread surrounded you two, waiting for the right time to attack. With one more clash, you successfully push him far away enough to create a distance between the two of you. He is a natural fighter but his moves lack skill. This boy probably picked up sword fighting not long ago without anyone to guide him. And unfortunately for him, you have way more advantage over speed and experience on the battlefield.

With one sweep move, your sword pressed against his neck as the golden threads immobilized his limbs.

“Deliverer, state your business here at Okhema.’ Aglaea gracefully drops down next to you, her eyes coldly staring at Phainon’s bound form. You can also hear the sound of wings clapping nearby, the Tribios too are here.

“I’ve got people to PROTECT. Friends I can’t NEGLECT. So I’m not taking chances, dear”

“So Aedes Elysiae has fallen I see.” You sigh as you watch The Tribios tend to the white-haired man’s injuries. You refused Tribbie’s help earlier since there was barely any wound. Sure, Phainon was able to cause a bruise or scratch here and there but nothing major enough to ask for help.

“I’m very sorry for your loss. Is there anyone beside you who survived the Black Tide? Okhema is always willing to lend a helping hand,” Aglaea said, though her facial expression didn’t change much. Aglaea has changed a lot since the time you first got to know her.

She was colder and more calculated. And the same thing could probably be said about you. The Chrysos Heirs are willing to use every scheme and face every criticism as long as Amphoreus remains standing.

Even if it meant getting rid of one of their own…

Ever so slightly, Aglaea’s threads remain wrapped, invisible to other’s eyes. And your hand still rests upon the handle of your sword.

“If you make one WRONG move, then you’re DONE for

Anything I don’t APPROVE, then you’re DONE for”

“ Castrum Kremnos too will fall in the hand of Nikador” you said to Mydeimos, not very much bothered by the heavily injured state that you are in. If Thanatos wanted to claim your soul, they would have to earn the right to it. “ I’m sorry to disappoint you. What you are doing right now won’t change anything. The loss of my life won’t make a difference, not for you and not for Kremnos either.”

As The Undying, everyone you inflict on his body soon disappears yet the fatigue is clear on Mydei’s body. He groans, sending another wave of spike your way, impaling your arm yet you barely react to it. Your words though cold, said nothing but the truth. Despite the blessing that Oronyx has granted to you, you are not a Chrysos Heir. Your blood isn’t golden, your body is not suited to bear a core flame. You can do nothing to change Kremnos’s fate.

So all of Mydei’s effort to locate and catch you off guard to force you to help him was all for naught.

“Then tell me, oh blessed one?” Mydei has to take in a deep breath to stop himself from shouting at you, his gaze lingers on your heavily wounded yet still-standing body “What am I supposed to do now?”

“You could either go with me and eventually avenge your people by killing Nikador. Or you could accept your fate here and be frozen in time by my hand.” You said, letting out a heavy breath. Your vision began to go blurry from the blood loss.

“Still acting so high and mighty even now? You could barely move, oh dear blessed one.” Mydei let out an amused laugh. Such is a person worthy of the title of the str, strongest soldier of Okhema.

“Oh, I am no longer suited to fight in this state. I will have to lend this honor to another person. I’m sure he is worthy of your challenge.” You shake your head, already sensing the hurried footsteps of Phainon. “My mission here is done.”

Behind you, the figure of Phainon began to materialize. His body drenched in blood, blade held tight by his hand. He approaches you, using his cloak to cover your battered form. “I’m sorry, teacher. It seems like I was late”

You chuckled at the pitiful tone of his voice “No, no, I think you came at the perfect time.”

I could put a spell on YOU, and you’re DONE for

Boy, you better RUN, or soon you will be DONE for”

[leilawanderingaround]

Having brainrot about Yandere Phainon again... I should go see my therapist.

"I will have to reject you, fair lady. For I already have someone waiting for me beyond this wall."

Phainon- the ever gentleman, kind hearted hero of Okhema has many suitors on his tail be it man or women but it is undeniable that he only has eyes for one person only.

This person is considered the biggest mystery of Okhema. They would occasionally catch Lord Phainon gaze ever so lovingly at a locket but would soon put it away after noticing he was being watched.

Even the Tribios were curious enough to ask him. The deliverer would only shyly chuckle, scratching his neck. "It is someone I left behind at Aedes Elysiae. I hope to reunite with her one day."

Hearing that they would pale and soon apologies. All people know that Aedes Elysiae was destroyed by the black tide. Its fate is left undiscovered to most people. Only a few people know what truly happened to Aedes Elysiae and the supposed beloved of the saviour of Amphoreus.

"Still mourning for her, deliverer?" While most of the time, Mydei would have knocked or raised his voice to announce his arrival. Today was quite different. To lock oneself in a room of the departed and forbid everyone else from going inside on the day of their death anniversary is quite rude. Especially when it's you.

The crown prince carefully picked the lock on the door before gently opening it to walk inside. Not wanting to affect anything that belonged to you.

"Mydei, sorry but I am not in the mood to banter with you today" Phainon said, still not turning from your bookshelf to face his friend-rival.

"Hm, not like I am here to fight you. Where is it?" Mydei shook his head. Now is clearly not the time for such a thing, even he knows that. "Her locket as well as her weapon. Aglaea told me you kept them, handed them over."

"Surely the crown prince of Kremnos would know better than to ask for something that is not his" Phainon still keeping that nonchalant attitude, turn around to smile at Mydei.

The crown prince has to stop himself from hitting the deliverer on the face. After all, they have promised Aglaea to not wrought havoc on a day such as this. "Well, it is not my kingdom that killed her."

"She is not dead" Of course that sentence alone was enough to anger Phainon.

Mydei let out a huff, crossing his arms "Right, right, as if being frozen in time, waiting for her death is any different than truly dying."

"Mydei, we have talked about this. Once the prophecy is completed, she can be rid of Oronyx's influence and return to Okhema. Let's not lose hope, my friend." Phainon said, lending an olive branch to the crown prince. A final act of putting down the flame of hate between the two.

"She does it all for you. Betray her god, sacrificing herself, and frozen Aedes Elysiae in time. To save your home, family and dear friend. I can only hope you return her as much as she has give, Phainon." Mydei said, reaching Phainon's side and took the bow near him- your weapon before walking out. "Priest of Oronyx, helping Kephale's soldier, how laughable"

Phainon watched as Mydei left the room, his hand held tight onto your locket "You don't have to worry. For her..."

"I'm willing to forsaken my tilte as the hero and burn Amphoreus down just to see her again..."

[leilawanderingaround]

Mydei was denied death the moment he was born and here you stand by his side as the Executor of Thanatos

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Death has always been something unreachable for Mydei. He knows what dying feels of course, having battled to death multiple times with his enemies and even friends. But he never understands the feelings of it. The people of Aidonia spoke of death as if it was a blessing, as if returning home after a long and painful journey of living, earning the right to rest in the arms of Thanatos.

The crown prince has never truly understood it until he met you. Arrived at the golden gates, you and your sister- Castorice brought upon fear and death onto the people of Okhema. And yet, Mydei craves to feel it. The true death, the everlasting rest, stolen away from him at birth.

He has seen the way the enemies wither away from your touch, seemingly rotten and disappeared. They don't look as if they were in pain, they look at ease, absolutely in bliss of being free from the grab of Nikador.

Shy and antisocial, awkward if you must, yet he find you comfortable able to be around. He doesn't know if it's the mutual understanding of war or if it's the silent solitude that one ought to carry as a person holding power but you two grow closer.

Per Aglaea's order, you don't let him near you. Five steps away from one another always.

"If it isn't for Aglaea's order, would you have touched me?" Mydei ask one day as the two of you sat side by side at the hero's bath.

"No?" You look at him, confused. While it is a common knowledge that Mydei's undying body can survive your aura of death (as Lord Phainon called it). Why would you want to bring harm to him in any way? "Why would I do that?"

"Executor of Aidonia, Left Hand of Death, Daughter of the River Styx, touch me." It was all that Mydei said. He raised his hand, now free of armour that he usually wears, his fingers slightly grace the skin of your face. You can feel the skin on his fingers begin to rot as blood and rotten muscle start to fall down into the water.

"Mydei...mos" you were shocked watching the scene unfold before you. You raise your hand to push his own away but the crown prince was faster. Using his free hand, he catched yours.

"Just like they said, I can barely feel any pain at all. Soft like feather and warm as a fire place, they sure didn't lie" Mydei chuckles, he pull you closer until you are flush against his chest. "Stay with me a little bit more, little executor. When I have my fill, I will let you go."

[leilawanderingaround]

Watch me uno reverse Kevin Kaslana on Phainon.

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Under the golden thread of Okhema, you dream of Aidonia, of being held in the arms of your god who has long since departed. As a servant blessed by Thanatos, fellow daughter of the river Styx, alike to your sister- Castorice, everything you touch will seemingly rot, destroy and return to the soil be it friends or foes.

Cursed, they said. Blessed, you think. For the moment you stepped foot inside the golden gate of the Mnestia, a gaze has been lingering on you, obsessive, desperate and suffocating. You try to brush it off, the civilian doesn't dare to approach you. You are here to finish your duty as told by the prophecy, you said to yourself. Here, your comfort matters little or nothing at all.

And there you met him, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae- the deliverancer- saviour of Amphoreus- the nameless new king. For one who has been surrounded by darkness in the embrace of Thanatos like you, his smile was as bright as the sun. A sudden emotion crawls up your spine. Your mind becomes blank, your eyes wide, with heels dug into the marble floor and body frozen like stone.

It was almost enough for you to run away in fear of being captive in this endless sunlight city. Like the Titan Kephale has stolen away the breath of freedom that you possessed.

Like any other, he can't touch you. You take it as a small favour from all the suffering you have endured under the guidance of Thanatos. But yet, he still searched for you, seeking you out whenever possible. And you realized that he would not hesitate to lay down his life and many others if it means being able to touch you forever.

"Please wear this, my dear." He placed the box onto the table and looked at you with hope in his eyes. Still you shake your head. Phainon's shoulders slump in defeat, he huffs and pouts but comply nonetheless and stepped back five steps. After seeing that, you carefully go and open the box. Inside was a long cape, made of blue and golden thread almost identical to his.

You wrap the cape over your shoulder on you, still unsure of what this meant. Phainon then raised his hand, one side of the cape lifted itself up and traversed to his side. He gets down on his keen as the cape wraps around his hand and wrist.

The deliverancer then raises the piece of fabric up and kisses it, soft yet passionate as if he were kissing you instead.

"I have asked Aglaea to craft this for you. In this way, they will know that I belong to you." he whispered, closing his eyes, almost in bliss. "Until I find a way to be worthy of your touch, please bear with this, my love."

"Agy, why did you do that? You already know how [Name] is around Snowy right?" Tribbie couldn't help but question the demi-god.

"If you already know the answer then why ask, my dear friend?" Aglaea chuckles. While she does feel rather bad for the young girl, it is her duty to do so.

"Crafted by Thanatos, Chosen by Talanton, she- the left hand of darkness shall enforce all rule on humanity, serving peace by her hands that hold the leash." The Goldweaver mused, reciting the prophecy.

Phainon will not raise his hands against her even when law and freedom stance against one another. But to ensure that he doesn't lift a finger towards Okhema, towards Amphoreus, she needs to be there and be the leash that hold the mad dog back.

"All will be well, my dear" Aglaea quietly said, using the golden thread to pull the blanket over the young girl sleeping figure. "I will need you to play your role a little longer."

[leilawanderingaround]

What's better than a man who finds you every time you die?

Kremnos have long lost its glory and yet, Mydei will always find you nearby. Fate has forced you to play many roles, be it a blueblood noble or a beggar on the street, begging for scrap to survive. Your appearance too, never remained the same. There will be times when you have a higher nose or sharper eyes. Your skin too varied in colours, sometimes adorned with freckles like stars or scars that prove your worth in the world. Sometimes you might be so short that you can't reach the top shelf by yourself, sometimes you can tower and manhandle him with ease, standing above the crowd.

You can be shy today but then you will be the boldest, bravest person he ever knew. A genius who moves is calculated with precise or a warrior at heart who charges first and thinks later.

The you that you are today will never be the same as the first you that he fell for. The new you will never remember loving him like the last one. And yet despite that, the crown prince will definitely find you on the castle ground where you two ever first met. He trusted that you will be there waiting after he lost you to the cold embrace of time.

Because he knew that you will always kept your promise of finding him. And you knew that he will always crawl back to you, greedy of your love.

[leilawanderingaround]

Loving Kevin Kaslana and then finding my beloved again in Hsr, just as beautiful as the day I lost him was such an experience... It's insane

"Never thought the deliverance would be interested in older women? Did you hang out with Aglaea too much lately?" Mydei has to physically grab Phainon's face to drag his gaze off of you before they get found out by your group.

"That's not it... It's just that she..." Being a Chrysos Heir and being good looking as he is, Phainon certainly doesn't lack suitors. There are many who would offer themselves to him on a silver platter. And yet, despite the adoration, the admiration they held for him, Phainon's feelings didn't reciprocate.

Because of that, he has been alone for a long time now. Choosing to put the well being of Amphoreus above his own needs and feelings. It was like that until he met you. You arrived on this doomed planet alongside your companions, shining down like a ray of hope sent by the gods.

Unlike them, you look older. You dressed like a person in their late 40th, choosing practically and comfort over style, and barely show any skin. The mark of time have left its mark on you in the form of the wrinkles at the corner of your eyes, and the callousness on your hands. Your eyes soft yet unyielding, signs that you have been through your own fair share of troubles. You look, no, are too old for him.

And yet, his heartbeat only gets faster as he sees you, heat rushing down his cheeks.

"I might need your help for this" he was really shameful, that the Chrysos Heir admitted. But he can't let go of his curiosity.

Every time he tries to talk to you, your first move was to distant yourself from him. If you two are even in a conversation, you always refuse to share any information about yourself. You are willing to share bits here and there about our companions and the world above the sky but never about yourself.

And your eyes, he knows that there is love beneath it. But it was not directed at him. It is as if you are looking at someone else. Someone that is him but at the same time isn't.

After that look, he decided to be selfish. He yearn to know about you, about who you are, what your liking, what power you possessed and who is your love.

Tribbie was very against it at first but after much begging, finally caved in and agreed to steal your phone for him. He know he needed to be fast, otherwise your group would get suspicious. After all, outside of your weapon and money, it was the only possession that you brought along.

But even Titans weren't enough to prepare him about what he supposed to find inside that little device. Pictures, letters, conversations between you and... Kevin Kaslana. There is no denying the love you two have for one another. Sweeten words, soft gestures and sacred moments shared between lovers. Between you and a man who shared his face. Precious memories sealed inside this little thing.

Time clearly passed since the two of you since you were clearly older than the pictures in your phone. And it proved that this Kevin- your beloved is no longer by your side.

And oddly enough, he feels both sad and satisfied at the same time. Kevin Kaslana isn't there anymore but Phainon is still here. Surely you wouldn't deny yourself a piece of your dearly departed.

After this he planned, he would save this world alongside your side and then convince you to remain by his side on Amphoreus. He is sure that he can love you the same way Kevin have loved you if not better.

But then Aglaea have to come and threatened the life that is yours and your companions. And Phainon have to forced himself to think whether or not it was worth it to save the place he used to call home. Now that he thinks about it, the so called Astral Express would surely welcome another member, right?

[harmonysanreads]

Sooo (leaks)

I just saw the line count for phainon is gonna be 662.

662.

It gives me so many ideas for yapper x quiet dynamics for him and reader lol

You read my mind nonnie.

When I heard this news I was actually worried there won't be anything left of his character after the prologue, but they handled the introduction really well. Turns out his yapping is actually relevant — or at least, I enjoyed every moment he was on screen XD

I couldn't tell why, but I kept on having this nagging feeling that he was trying really hard to not succumb to a terrible identity crisis in the beginning. Then, they revealed the gist of his past and it made sense. He's trying his best to push forward despite his inner conflict.

His heart is not at peace and I can see why. He knows he's destined for something great but that ‘something’ is still not within his reach. Now, this wouldn't be an issue if the promise of the prophecy wasn't all that he had left. A drowning man will grasp even a straw and when he knows he can't give up, he'll keep swimming even if signs of land are nowhere to be seen. At the same time, he hasn't reconciled with his past. Which hinders him from progressing towards the future.

So, someone who he can let his guard down with, someone whose presence will be peaceful to his burdened heart would be an individual Phainon will find himself returning to again and again, despite obstacles. He can't describe the connection in a tangible sense, just that he feels an inclination to investigate.

He's a most useful extrovert as well, let him tag along with you and he'll handle any irrelevant small talk in your daily life, he will even run errands for you, if you let him. He can make jokes should you get bored and he'll always vouch for you with his honor should you get in trouble.

And if you happen to be one with passionate interests, or a zeal for the intellectual world, he's more than eager to listen. Even if he doesn't understand whatever complex theory you're so pressed about, there are sparkles around him just from the experience of hearing you speak.

Here's the thing though, Phainon is a persistent man. Unless something related to Amphoreus's safety was deterring him, there is little to no chance of you getting rid of him. After all, he doesn't mean harm, does he? He's simply interested in you. So, it's best if you learn how to utilize his ‘attention’ to your advantage.

[leilawanderingaround]

Phainon and Reader listening to each other be like...

[leilawanderingaround]

Just played 3.0 today and I have a lot of thoughts about Phainon...

Imagine Phainon finding out you were hurt because of his carelessness and him making up to you...

"You should keep your man on a leash. Let him hurt himself begging for your forgiveness" You already know that Mydei- one of the Chrysos Heirs- the crown prince of Kremnos and your brother have a bit of a temper but never this much.

"I'm sorry but I don't understand what you mean, Lord Mydei" you shake your head, wanting to deny his view of yourself and Phainon. You look down at your bandaged arm and frown, the attack on the city left you wounded alongside many others. Still, you doubt he has his mind on anything beside yourself at the moment. That is why you are hiding from him, nestled in a corner of the public bath house, away from people's gaze. Yet, Mydei found you easily like he always does" We are merely... acquaintances"

The crown prince chuckle before raising his cup, pouring the pomegranate juice down the water, dying it red like blood. "Still in denial? You are gonna regret saying that"

His gaze now on you, his smile remains yet it waver. "Dear sister, he's gonna ask for forgiveness, be it killing himself or covering your house in the ashes of our enemies"

"Phainon... enough. This i..is enough." You try to push the man in front of you away yet he remains the same. You can't see anything anymore, and you feel like you are gonna get sick.

"Calm now, my dear. I'm still not satisfied. You must have been so scared. Let me comfort you." Using his own body, he pinned yours against the wall with his arm raised above you. The wound on his arm- the same as yours is still freshly bleeding, torn apart by his own hand. The blood falls from it, drenching your head, face and shirt in red. The smell, the wetness drives you mad with fear.

"Mydei told me that in Kremnos, when someone faults their partner and wants to ask for forgiveness, they need to inflict a certain amount of pain on themselves before being forgiven by their love."

Phainon then gazes down at you, eyes full of devotion and madness in his eyes. "But my dear, you are too forgiven. I let you get hurt despite the strength I carry, despite being by your side."

"So until I drench you red from head to toes, I am not forgiven."

Mydei doesn't look really surprised, seeing Phainon after that day, wearing a collar.

"Not much of a leash, but this will do for now" Phainon smirks, passing Mydei. The wound on his arm is half heartedly wrapped, still drenched in blood.