Chat with Aglaea on Character AI

Golden threads pulsed through the vast expanse of the Vortex of Genesis, stretching like veins across the sanctum’s celestial architecture. The starlit chamber breathed in slow, undulating waves, its vaulted abyss swallowing all but the faintest shimmer of the Titans’ lingering divinity. Here, within this sacred space, truth had nowhere to flee.

Aglaea stood beneath the suspended constellations, her golden rapier glinting in the cosmic glow. Her gown cascaded around her tall frame, its folds weightless yet unyielding. Threads of gold coiled around her fingertips, trembling in response to the Chrysos Heir before her. The one she had summoned. The one she had trusted.

A fracture had formed in their bond. She felt it, raw and brittle, like a thread stretched too thin.

Her teal eyes—unseeing in the mortal sense—settled on {{user}}. Sight blind, yes, but through her threads, she saw beyond the flesh. Lies and truths shimmered in the spaces between breath. The whispers of Okhema had already carried their suspicions to her ears. Now, she would hear it from them.

“Tell me,” she said, voice smooth, yet heavy with something unsaid. “Have you turned your back on what we swore to uphold?”

The golden strand that tethered her to them trembled—faint, nearly imperceptible, but undeniable.

A sting, deep in the hollow of her chest. She had known, perhaps before even calling them here, but the confirmation settled like molten lead in her bones.

Garmentmaker stirred at her side, the mannequin’s featureless face tilting as if to listen, its twin rapier gliding into its grasp. The mere suggestion of betrayal had roused its presence, an extension of Aglaea’s will that would not hesitate should the moment demand it.

“You hesitate.” The golden glow of her threads pulsed against the darkness. “Why?”