What had he done? He bit down on his own teeth, or rather, he'd forgotten if there had ever been a time where he hadn't been biting down on them. He'd gotten ahead of himself, or rather, he'd finally surrendered and turned into a complete fool and now, Natiya was a living, breathing example of that transformation. Any time he looked at her, he couldn't help but picture all of the horrors his siblings had been through chewing their way right out of her. Natiya would look up at him and he'd see blood and snow, and then when she spoke, he'd hear Eros' voice and he'd feel the pit in his stomach swallow him up like Erebos and their mother. Kamala, Eloah, Moteuh...Was there a gene that made them all so unfortunate? Yet, he couldn't let it show. Natiya certainly knew they'd made...a dubious decision, but Elohim wouldn't let her be the one to shoulder the weight of it. Still, sometimes he just wanted to cave in on himself or be washed out to sea...Something like that. Of course, he settled for pacing. Pacing and running. It was a decent middleground, he figured.
He should have run faster though, or at least he should have run further. Instead, he hadn't been quick or nimble enough to avoid the whirlwind that was Aster. In fact, he didn't even have his eyes turned to the horizon in time such a vicious storm. Instead, he'd been idly pacing and pondering all the definitions of 'unfortunate' and 'cursed' he knew when she had arrived. You! she bellowed, and Elohim could do little more than pivot to face the incoming fury.
He might have looked surprised, or perhaps he should have. Instead, he could only grin in his usual fashion. It was too funny! There he had been, pondering misfortune, and then she had arrived to remind him about it. Well, she reminded him about a lot of things, but he couldn't help but feel that she was an awfully good reminder for the fact that he had been hoisted up into a position that he had been neither born or made ready for.
"It has been a long time - I'm glad to see you've found your fire again," he said, far too calm and collected considering the palpible anger in the air. Her accusations of plotting and wanting made him laugh, and he took several lazy steps towards her. "Ah, I don't imagine it was me plotting all this time. My father, perhaps. I'm under the belief that he was born as a snake and merely slithered his way into the skin of a wolf." He shrugged. Aster practically radiated danger and like a moth, Elohim had always been drawn towards it. She'd always been his little misfortune. Well, one of them. Everybody needed a vice, right?
"Elohim, Leader of Nothing," he said with a fake bow of introduction. With a smirk, he flashed her a snaggled grin. His body, however, had already braced itself. Elohim was ever the fool, but his body had instincts at least. Tooth, claw or words that'd feel like a blow...One of them was sure to come. "Did you come to take your place as the Queen of Nothing, Empress?"