Oh! So there were familiar faces here! No, it was more than a familiar face, because Nero was his child, wasn't she? As all the people of his empire had become ⎛ for it was built from his cleaved soul, baptized in the blood that was his and yet was not, he was as much his shining empire as he was one of the gods above! ⎠ ❝ My dear Nero! ❞
❝ It seems that fate has brought you to this place as well! ❞
It's strange to stand before her in the state he's in- stripped of divinity, of his all-encompassing light ⎛ and love, for his love was within the light ⎠ and of his grand authority. He had grown used to that sort of power, the one where his empire of light would shine forever. The one where he held the world in his embrace. It felt like reaching out into the abyss, now. Lonely, but perhaps poetic.
He'd never wanted her to see him like this. He was the Founder King, the Supreme Deity, and yet ... his divine core still pulsed weakly; to destroy it would be to destroy him, but it felt less like divinity and more like a human heartbeat.
The pulse of life, beautiful life.
❝ I am glad to see you here, still radiant as ever. ❞