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Tratos feels nothing short of utter betrayal. All that he's done for him, all that they've went through together and yet he still threw him out like garbage. Tratos helped him, saved him, protected him as much as he could when he was just some mewling pupa wailing about things his tiny brain couldn't comprehend. He did all he could, all Tratos' own child mind could muster. Why couldn't that have been enough? Tratos confided in him, he was so vulnerable with him, told him things he's never said to anyone else before. None of it mattered to Phemos. It never did, as he so clearly demonstrates now. Phemos left him when he needed him most, when he was at his lowest, like all their time together meant nothing, like all the nights they shared meant nothing. He hates him.
Phemos feels a dizzying cocktail of emotion every time Tratos is brought up. A mixture of hatred, anger, and fear that makes his stomach twist up in knots. Phemos isn’t sure when exactly Tratos took a turn for the worst, or why exactly it happened. All he can remember is that Tratos wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always this unshakable pillar of narcissism and unpredictable aggression, lashing out at the first person he saw. He was kind, considerate, all the things that Phemos struggles to see in him now. For a time, Tratos was the only one Phemos could turn to or fully trust. The only one who could really understand him and what they went through, together. Their bond was one that Phemos had never had before; it was tumultuous, but comforting. It was one that only strengthened each time they were victimized, when they found solace in one another. It was them vs everyone else. Phemos can’t reconcile the Tratos that he knows now with the sweet but troubled boy he once knew. They're two different people to him.
Dythia was Tratos’ first moirail. They grew up together in the church’s community compound. Their relationship ended bitterly when Dythia became aware Tratos was being groomed to become a priest. They were jealous, it was obvious to him. He holds resentment for Dythia, for leaving him when he thought they were ascending together. Part of him–a more childish, inconsolable part–still thinks Dythia owes him something.
Tratos was Dythia’s first moirail. They cared for him, truly. They grew up together and shared a genuine connection. After a childish fight, they broke up. Dythia wishes he would just grow up.
Tratos thinks Latona is a stuck up, loud mouthed bitch. He relishes in the loyalty the nuns have to him and likes it even more knowing it angers Latona.
Latona thinks Tratos is insufferable. The day he threatened her egg was the day that her indifference towards him turned to pure, unromantic hatred.
Tratos's jealousy of Ameris was blatant to all those around him, except maybe the person it was directed towards. It angered him, how obviously close he was getting to Phemos, how quickly Phemos could throw him to the side for something newer and more exciting. Ameris had just been hired, he was no one special, they didn't have the history him and Phemos did. And yet, what did he do? Phemos threw him away. Despite all their years together, despite all their shared horrors. When Ameris started sticking his nose in places it didn't belong, it just gave Tratos an excuse to cut into the very same face he was so jealous of. He should've taken a fin.
Tratos was the one who bestowed upon Ameris the scars on his face, but Ameris is well aware he's not the only one who had been “blessed” by him in such a way. It's a terrible thing to have your face made into a gross reminder of your incompetence. Knowing you were not capable enough to even protect yourself. Ameris has never felt such visceral fear and hatred towards someone before. Tratos is nothing more than an overgrown child demanding everything be his and go his way and lashing out when it doesn’t. He truly despises him. He deserves every bad thing that comes his way and more. Ameris only wishes Malach had done even more damage that fateful night.
To Tratos, Malach represents everything that he couldn’t and still can’t be. Malach was attractive, naturally charismatic, charming. People wanted to be around him. While he’s not aware of it, he is undoubtedly jealous of Malach and everything he has. He feels nothing short of an unromantic, nearly all-consuming hatred towards him. Malach was the one getting in the way of reconciling with Phemos and Malach was the one keeping Phemos away from him. After their one-sided fight, that hatred has somewhat turned into fear. He doesn’t want to be caught alone with him.
I wish I killed that stupid half blinded mother fucker when I had the chance. Maybe Phe would be happier that way knowing he's gone for good. I hope when he sees me—even hears my name,— that he knows better than to even look the wrong way in Phemos' direction. I want him to think of me when he see's him and I hope—no. I KNOW he'll think twice. He better remember how many ribs of his I cracked and how many bullets I put in him.
Deji utterly loathes Tratos and bears no genuine interest in him aside from his status and the assets that come with him and his power as the church's High Priest. He's been plotting his plans on how he will go about surpassing him, shunning him, and taking his position as high priest. A plan that's been in the works for almost half a year. He intends to liberate the people of the church, more specifically Hope and Latona, of the perpetual, outdated, and warped cycles they’ve become so overly compliant to. He believes the church is in need of a total reformation, something more of his own pace… something his own way. He can’t make his true intentions clear to anyone of course in fear of his hard work being utterly ruined, so being the reliable liaison will have to settle for now. He'll pull the rug right from under his feet, wrap the wool right over both his eyes the moment when his glistening opportunity catches his eye. Deji won’t and refuses to stoop as low as the levels that Tratos’ grovelers plummet to in order to please and serve him, he will not subject himself to be another man’s fool. So far, having been entangled in black-rom with him for a short while seemed to get the ball rolling smoothly. He’s certain Tratos is incredibly bitter about their quadrant falling through, he won't even so much as acknowledge him anymore when they cross paths, and that's fine by him. He'll have to talk to him eventually. He had always intended for it to remain brief, anyway. No real feelings were ever attached and he hopes whatever feelings Tratos may have had that may have manifested into more from their relations are completely severed. He's got better things to worry about and other people to tend to. That doesn't mean his feelings of pure unromantic hatred aren't still there, however. If anything, they've only intensified. One day, Reverend Iscara will atone for his plentifully accumulated sins and Dejani will be the one to make him beg forgiveness, prostrated before his very feet, reciting his praises, reparations, and all his wrongdoings at once. With time, he’ll be known rightfully as Reverend Moirai and the name Tratos Iscara will only be a memory to the people he once knew. Tratos should thank him, since truly he’d be doing him a wonderful favor.
What an annoying little girl.
Bad man. Bad man she should not talk to ever in infinity.
Tratos truly does care for Pricus. He wants no harm to come to him, and would truly be upset if it had (something he claims he can’t say for anyone else). Pricus looks at him as if he were the one who hung the moon and the stars in the sky, and its been so long since anyones looked at him with that kind of devotion. He knows he's undeserving of it, deep down he knows, but is it such a crime for him to enjoy it now? While he has it? Finding Pricus was a blessing in disguise, such a good boy he is. So content to sit with Tratos, to be fed by him, to look for him wherever he may be. Like a good dog, Pricus is entirely relient on him. He relishes in it completely, utterly enthralled by how much Pricus needs him, how revered he is in his eyes. He'll take care of him, he'll hold him gently and whisper praises and he'll make sure to never break that image Pricus has of him.
Ah! Mr. Iscara!!! Wanted poster! Hide and seek! Gone fishing! Have you seen him around? I need him right now. Nurse! Sorry, Mr. Iscara says less yelling. He takes care of me here, keeps me safe, treats me good. Guardian angel. He saved me. I owe him my all. Mr. Iscara makes me feel whole. Slowly he is changing me. :O)