Genesis 28:21

Archon could not understand Dea's hesitation and it was both concerning and alarming. What she saw as a fall from divinity, he saw as an opportunity to will over strong mortals. Mortals who again and again saw failure as a chance to grasp once mor eupon the rocks of life and heave themselves upwards. Mortals who entered into a blood agreement with a god. Mortals who didn't turn tail and run away as soon as their faith was shaken. They had a lot to offer and Dea had a lot to learn from them.

For all her faith and glory, Dea often acted as a scared little girl instead of the demonic queen she was meant to be. For that reason, Archon knew she must go to the pack. She must struggle and want to show the mortals how much better than them she was. She needed to crave for attention, admiration, and fear. Those things were easy to forget in the band, but not so easy to forget in a mortal pack where the members would scoff openly at any idea that contradicted their own.

Soon enough, Dea found her way to his side and buried herself into his chest. She told him it wasn't easy for her and he sought to meet her eyes. "Do Gods and Demons only do what is easiest?" he rumbled. "Does God ask of us anything we are yet incapable of doing?" The answer was obvious, she just needed to see that the struggles were a good thing and the best chance to grow. It was the best option for their children and for themselves.