Thanatos held his eyes towards the two women engaging in a friendly conversation. Knowing Aphrodite, she would be quite colourful with her words and stories, quite the contrary to Amara, who preferred to keep her wit and controversy to herself.

Although Aphrodite was sinfully beautiful in her tight dress, leaving not much to the imagination of most, Thanatos could lose his eyes and be grateful his memory was engraved with the precious angelic images of the vixen next to her. Amara was indeed beauteous, her innocence a bright sunrise and her sinful pain a falling star. Her curves deserving of the softest caress, her soft pale skin deserving to be set on fire with kisses; Her heart deserving to be loved and treasured with utmost care.

As soon as he saw her today, he wanted to say how beautiful she truly was. He so desperately dreamed to lay his emotions onto his palm and hand it to her, yet the words he used, came nowhere close to the clear truth.

Yet to say all that, would most probably bring her doom.

'Fascinating isn't it?' A rather hoarse, croaky voice spoke beside Thanatos. It did not take him long to know who it was.

It was Thanatos' nightmare, his curse and his very own monster haunting him.

He kept looking at the very two ladies, who were still very much engaged in conversation, not willing to acknowledge the intrusive voice. He was not willing to be defeated in a way, his mind would be gone too.

'It must be strange hearing me, whilst I might not even be here, ever so unsure if you are hallucinating. Who knows, I even may know your secrets and all you turmoils were ever so unnecessary,' The man spoke and thereafter laughed, the sound bearing a sinister nature.

'How pathetic.'

Thanatos trembled increasingly at each word, struggling to keep composure. His palms were sweaty and as he touched his forehead, that too was damp with perspiration.

The sinister laugh did not stop, and Thanatos realised at that moment, if he did not leave the hall, every single immortal would see emotions coming from a creature which was meant to be heartless.

And emotions meant death in Thanatos' world.

Therefore, he took his leave, but not before lifting his eyes once more, towards the beauty which occupied his dreams every night and day. She met his gaze and he saw concern shining in the depths of her blue orbs, yet he most probably imagined it.

He once again lowered his eyes towards the floor and walked, still trembling, taking each step with the most composure he could manage until he was out, the door closed behind him.

He only lowered his mask once he was back in the safety of his office and only then did he acknowledge the unbearable prickling in his eyes, due to unshed tears. He could not hold them in any longer, therefore, he allowed the wet trail to temporarily mark his face and he threw himself on the floor.

As he sat there in the darkness of his office, he sobbed silently and bashed his head repeatedly on the wall which he was leaning against.

It was madness itself which possessed him, for, he could not stop.

Simply Insane.

'You are unlovable.'

And Thanatos wished he could overhear that voice, yet he heard it loud and clear.

Unlovable.