Feeling the tears stain his shirt and listening to his wife's strained voice, the young man's face darkened as he gritted his teeth in anger.
All his life, he had received affection from no one but Aphrodite. He was hers, and she was his.
Aphrodite was his everything…
And now there were narcissistic Chaos Gods who wished to take everything from him. His wife, his life, and his… child…
The young man now had a choice to make.
Would he choose to leave his everything and escape, or would he choose to stay behind and die?
The answer was obvious.
"Aphrodite," the young man said with a softened voice as he cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears. "You know I can't leave. You know that."
"No!" Aphrodites screamed as she let go of her husband. "I know that you don't want to leave, not that you can't leave!"