"Not a word. Not a single fucking word." Rio said, pointing his sword at the god, who only looked at him with a mocking sneer.
"Why? Don't tell me it's actually happened to you before?" Aelthar said, his finger gently tapping on the sword. Causing cracks to appear on the metal which shattered the next second.
"...."
"So it did huh." Taking his silence as acquistal, the god only felt good.
"Tell me mortal. For someone who takes pride in the fact that the ones you love are your top priority, how does it feel to not be theirs?"
"Stop." Rio gnarled angrily. His eyes taking up the shade of red as anger flooded his veins.
"You said my kindness was wasted on my disciples, by that example, wouldn't your love be a waste too?"
"You should've listened when I asked you to shut up." Rio said, swiping his hand and slashing another sword at the god's neck.