(memory past)
"You can not be with that human, you are a god, one who will be chosen to be among the ruling class,"
The god, garbed in white with a golden circlet on his head, his blonde hair and silver-blue eyes flashed from anger raising a well-muscled, tanned arm he pounded the Hammer in annoyance.
He who stood above all top tier gods as king had his limits tested by a spawn who insisted on taking a female who was unworthy, king Mayasik thought to just strike the boy dead there but he held too much value... Along with his other half, his twin.
"I don't care about the ruling class, I feel it, she is my soul mate," Mystikak replied indifferently.
"How? Her life force is as weak as a human! It is inconceivable that the god of the suns rotation around the world would fall for such a minor being!"
His face showed disdain contorting as he spoke of his human-
No, his soul mate. It angered him so much that Mystikak wanted to burn him to death for stating such an offensive thing.
Still, even if the fury was close to choking him Mystikak still spoke calmly, leaving here in a somewhat peaceful manner was important, it will keep her somewhat safe so that if they attacked from the shadows, he would have a better chance to defend than to have them directly assault her by, then it will be hundreds instead of the few tens.
Still, he tried to reason with his father sire.
"Even if she is a human, the immortal God can extent-"
Enough! Why had I ever had such a foolish son!"
He gritted his teeth at the words of that man. Even though he was the top tier ruling God, it didn't mean he had a right!
The ax trembled on his back, but he held himself in check, bloodshed now would be worthless, it would bring her more harm, his desire was to simply leave and become a fallen God and then begin his life as a mortal, pampering her for the rest of their days even siring a few tens of children in the process.
Still, the feeling was that danger would come to her no matter what, even if he was trying his best, perhaps his brother-
Mystikak shook his head, aware that his brother had returned to his moon realm and will be gone for a few more years still, before seeking a visit.
"She will never bear your children!"
His father roared as if he could read what Mystikak had been thinking, there was a rumbling but Mystikak ignored him, alright if he became infertile that was fine, just being with her was enough, sharing her would not be a problem many gods had many husbands and wives as long as she was by his side and happy it didn't matter.
"She will bleed every time she takes your seed, the child will never be fully termed!"
His world shattered Mystikak... Could not believe that they would go so far as to prevent her from carrying his children full term. Why not make her fully infertile?
Later he understood it fully that the bitch fertility goddess had then made it so that whenever she conceived she would lose the child bleeding profusely, so close to death but wishing to.
Eventually, after the eighth, she barred him from the bed.
He had been filled with so much fury, unable to touch his woman, unable to release his need!
Mystikak ventured out with other women taking what he needed but never reaching release for those he showed an interest in becoming targets, instead of drawing the gods away from her and yet she was hunted. His world shattered when she lost that life in her vision and pretended as if he did not exist.
Mystikak thought of when he had first laid eyes on Satrya filled with so much life and strength.
It had been the first time he had descended from the heavens to that realm and seen her.
Immediately he became aware that Satrya was his soul mate, but her becoming so fragile and weak, he just hadn't thought that she would end up suffering so much because of him becoming someone totally different from the strong woman he knew.
From that day Mystikak had seen satrya, there was no use having other women, from the touch and then the kiss his seed was only ever for her until she died, all those women who were by his side had never had the pleasure of my d*** within them but mere illusions, taking them out as a show but just a touch made him want to tear off their heads and burn them to Ash.
Loving Satrya, his wife, my everything. It was so exhausting.
Even as she grew from a beautiful small child to gaining weight becoming lazy and disinterested because of the loss of each child he didn't care.
Mystikak still loved her, he still wanted the woman who was his.
One god of night and another of day... Both twins; tasked with bringing light and darkness to the world, necessarily in the order of things.
Mystikak God of the sun, Mystiker God of night tasked with the stars and moon his twin.
All of that though he was in the past, satrya was his life, both now and beyond death.
Yet he had to wonder why had she changed so much?
As time passed, though, it didn't matter because Satrya was his!
No matter her personality, he will never give her freedom.