"No. Though His powers are divine, He does not seek the title of divinity." Only the empyrean could do so. And how lovely it will be when the day soon comes. A new dynasty, blessed by the mother of truth.

And what a dear Viktor was, offering blood so soon! They'd barely met, although they had shared memories. Perhaps that meant a more profound connection. "How generous you are. Perhaps when the first rose blooms, we could cut the stem. Stand it in a dilute solution first..." He notices the hesitation, though. Second thoughts, maybe? "If there's something amiss, you would tell me, wouldn't you?"