"Come out, come out, where ever you are." He boomed out, his voice traveling through several corridors. Adonis Vincula, one of the three Czars who ruled the Divinity cult, sauntered through the corridors. He had left her chained up in the temple, her powers consistently sapped by the chains he had forged. But Raphael had faltered, and she had escaped, leaving only one chain to keep her powers suppressed. Of course Raphael would blunder and release their Goddess during his turn. The poor sap loved her in a way of weakness. Not Adonis though, his love for the goddess going beyond mere obsession and delusion. He didn't care that the divine goddess loved someone else or that she wanted freedom. Her all bound up in his power sucking chains and ropes to restrict her movements so he could gaze upon her beauty whenever he wished was all he needed.

The chains left lasting effects, just in case she did escape, leaving her as powerless as a mortal until the effect wore off. He just had to find her before the effects wore off.

"Oh, don't play with my feelings like this." He growled dangerously, inhaling deeply to locate her scent. This was a primal need for him, her scent leading him closer to her shivering body. He could smell the fear on her and it made him quickly harden with need. He loved his Goddess's fear, it fed him just like the blood he craved from mortals.

Blocking a doorway with his massive body, he sniffed the air, smelling her salty tears hiding in the corner of the room.

"Ahh, I found you." His words held great delight from the chase and he closed the doors behind him, sealing the two of them in the wide chambers. The doors being the only exit.

He pulled a heavy metal chain from around his waist, one he used as a belt and a whip if needed. This weapon would help capture the wayward goddess and put her back in her place.

Smacking the metal down on the floor with a loud clank, he stirred the air with the chain as he crossed the room slowly, taunting the poor goddess. The slow way his body moved a testament to his delight in the chase.

"..." He purred, moving in on her hiding spot menacingly, his hand gripping the wood of the shelf hiding her body with splintering force. "What're you doing out of your place?" His voice was a purring growl, a promise of both pleasure and pain.