Patrick had met Amaia through battle. He had expected Cronus to enlist others in battle, but Patrick had not expected to go up against the daughter of Cronus himself. Amaia was beautiful beyond any human comparison. Her skin gleamed with the color of a thousand sunsets, a deep rich caramel color. Her eyes reminded him of the finest agate stones, with her eyes swirling to different levels of blueness. When she was in the throes of passion, they were such a deep blue that they were almost midnight black.

It had not taken them long to fall for each other. Each battle had them locked against each other, but one battle had found them in the middle of a storm so fierce that they'd had to huddle together in a series of caves off the coast of Madagascar. It was there that she had given herself to him, body and soul. Their courtship afterwards had been tumultuous to say the least, but Patrick had hoped to win her over to the side of the angels. He was on the verge of achieving at least this victory when her father had discovered their love for each other. Cronus had imprisoned Amaia in a large diamond of the purest quality, telling her that it was her punishment for betraying him. Her punishment was that she would watch Cronus as he tore Patrick Roscoe limb from limb and devoured him.

Patrick had been helpless to do nothing more than watch Amaia be imprisoned from a distance. Their psychic link had been impossibly strong, and when her mind was severed from his… he'd wept.

Patrick smiled at Harlow. His spirit friend was always thinking of his well being, his state of emotions. *No, my friend… I am fine. I was just thinking that the final battle with Cronus should happen soon. There is an ill wind brewing, I fear. I do not doubt that if Cronus isn't vanquished soon, he will soon curse the world to the same fate as Atlantis. Already, I have had to stop his nefarious plots to stoke the world's ill will into a blazing inferno of genocide and war.*

Patrick and Harlow landed outside of a small nightclub. Even though he must fight the forces of darkness on a daily basis, he still had an obligation to the hordes of fans who read his books. Harlow transformed into a small bird and landed on Patrick's shoulder. *Which performance will you be giving them tonight? The last time you performed from your most recent book, the audience was unable to finish it. The sheer perfection of your performance overwhelmed their emotions. While you did sell out of every copy you'd brought with you, I fear that a repeat performance will incapacitate them for days instead of the hours it took them to surface back to reality.*

Patrick ran his fingers through his short sandy blonde hair and whispered softly, "I will read to them from another recent piece, but this time I will attempt to hold myself back more. I keep forgetting that mere mortals are unable to handle the prose that is made in the Laboratory of Love."

Patrick entered the bar and immediately felt all eyes focus on him. He walked past the scores of adoring women whose fingers trailed over his form. There were always a few men who approached him like this as well, some of which were willing to throw their normal sexuality to the side in the hopes of scoring one night with Patrick.

Patrick paid them no mind, striding towards the huge stage with a purpose. He gave them the performance of a lifetime. Even with his abilities purposely muted, he still held them in thrall throughout the entire six hour performance.

Once he stepped off of the stage, Patrick noticed him. Cronus. He sat in the corner, lazily grinning at Patrick. Cronus's curly dark hair reflected the lights of the bar. His body was almost as exquisitely formed as Patrick's was, and he showed it off to full effect in a gauzy shirt that left little to the imagination.

"Patrick. I have decided that you and I should be friends. Why should we fight together when we could be… partners. You and I could rule the world together, forever. With you by my side, I could show you a paradise of delights that no others would ever see or be able to experience. You alone are worthy enough to rule by my side."

The offer was tempting. Too tempting. With images of his father and Amaia in his mind, Patrick scowled at Cronus. "I will not, you evil black hearted scoundrel! I fight for justice, not for despots like you!"

Cronus got to his feet. "So be it. LET US FIGHT TO THE DEATH!"