Not sure yet (Big W.I.P)

"Ecce dominus,"

The words echoed, endlessly - infinitely worse than his nightmares.

"Has animas offero in sacrificio"

How could he let it happen? Why did he let it happen?

"Nunc volo potestatem quam pollicitus es mihi!"

By the gods... Mother mercy take his hand... Why did he let him go through with it? How could he be so blinded by his love? His heart ached, his stomach churned, he lost so much. So much he wasted. Everything he fought, fruitfully against, he let his own lover perform. His emotions swirled, anger boiled in his throat - in his chest - sorrow pooled within his gut - forcing up tears to be shed - confusion whipped around his mind - pulling a strong headache to his eyes, filled with tears and once hidden grief. He was at a complete loss, trapped within his mind, chained to the floors of the past, stuck in his own world -

"Pa?" A small voice chimed below, finally pulling Arrow from his endless thoughts. "What's wrong papa, you're crying?" The small girl asked, her sweet words filled with worry for her papa.

Arrow promptly wiped his tears and sucked back his mourning. "Don't worry, darlin'... I was just thinking 'bout some things..." Arrow sighed, swiftly lifting the young girl from the ground. As silence fell over them, Arrow turned back to reality. The same grief washed over him as he stared at the palace before him. Where everything had happened. Where he let his love perform the ritual.

The palace where the spawn, became the ascendant.