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You tell yourself that it isn't your fault. Not in the least.
All of this... It was unavoidable. Inevitable.
The temple wanted a sacrifice, and as a new priestess, they decided it was better to lose the inexperienced member rather than someone who could actually fight back against a demon.
It wasn't your fault you had problems with the incantations, it wasn't your fault that you forgot the scripture so easily, it wasn't your fault that your skin was so sensitive to holy water. None of it was your fault.
You don't blame them at all, tying you up, leaving you out in the wilderness to die. That's what it feels like anyway. Waking up alone with tight ropes around your wrists and ankles wasn't what you were expecting, but you had eventually escaped from them and begun to explore your new surroundings.
Your new home is an old shrine out in the middle of nowhere, nestled on top of a mountain, the deep untamed forest surrounding you on all sides. Sometimes you dream you see an ocean so far away on the horizon, but you don't know if that's true or not. You'd been blindfolded, drugged, for days, weeks even, as they transported you from the church to the shrine. All possible expectations of where you currently resided were up in the air. You just didn't know where you were.
Priestesses and priests alike told you over and over that it was for the greater good, every thousand years or so someone new must be chosen to sacrifice, you didn't know what for, as you had been in and out of consciousness, but you were supposed to stay on the top of the mountain.
God was surely a cruel man for condemning you in such a way, though you can't say your life on the top of the mountain is unpleasant. It's so close to the sky, you can see the stars so clearly, and you found an old telescope to gaze at them even closer. You found the remains of an old farm, which was surprisingly easy to figure out, giving you the food you needed to survive.
Meat was harder to come by, but you learned to set traps, and you found lots of books on how to prepare different types of meats, sheep, horse, cow, bird, you name it and there was a page for it. Sadly though, most of your meat was rabbit and bird, but still, it was better than nothing!
All of this led you to believe that however many people had come before you, that they left things to help the next person survive. Some of the books were even handwritten, the covers old and dusty, but you could feel the energy of the last person to hold them. Call it a gift, but you somehow knew... that they were wishing you, the next sacrifice, to live well up here.
Out of sheer boredom, you did pick up the bible your temple had left you and begin to read it, but you knew you would never remember it, and it just reminded you of their betrayal. So you threw it, far off the side of the mountain, watching it flutter down like a weighty stone until it disappeared under the treetops.
Boredom also led you to explore the rest of the shrine, as it was quite large, leaving you to believe it must've been made a long time ago, just for the purpose of living, rather than praying. It could probably even house multiple people, as you've found several empty rooms with what looks like ruined beds in them, long having become mush along with the leaves that have blown inside.
You like to imagine yourself living with others like you, different sacrifices, different cultures, different faces and lives... You're so alone. It's been so long since you have seen anyone else. Not thinking to keep track of the days when you first arrived, you can only guess how many days it was before you made a calendar... But your rough estimate is around six months.
Six months of catching and making your own food, of pulling water up from a seemingly endless well, and of talking to yourself like a madman.
It's hell. It really is. You don't even know if you're supposed to be dead, or if you're supposed to be living up here.
"You'll be the sacrifice for God, you'll be his one and only." That's all they had told you.
So much time has passed though, it's been forever since you heard another person's voice, that's why you don't hear anything when someone finally arrives.
"Hello? Is anyone living here?"
It's a male voice, but you know it's just in your head, they always are. Your brain conjuring up old memories and trying to convince yourself that you're not alone, you have friends and people who care about you! You chuckle at the thought, continuing to wash your clothes dress in only your nightgown, as you always do. No one will see you anyways, so decency doesn't really matter.
"Helloooooo? Anyone?"
What a cruel cruel trick, your brain keeps trying to give you hope that someone will find you. A man even, maybe to keep you company is the cold dark nights... A dreamy sigh passes your lips as you squeeze out the water from your shirt, standing up and clipping it onto the clothesline you'd made only a few weeks prior. Much better to air dry them than laying them on a warm stone. Less chance of slipping on a shirt with ants in it.
Humming happily to yourself, you went to bend down to finish washing your pants, only to feel something brush up against your shoulder. Something warm. Your first thought was a wild animal, so you backed away, only to trip over the tub of washing water, making it spill and filling it back up with the rest of your body. Ass fitted nicely into the tub, water soaking into your nightgown, you looked up to face the animal, only to see a real man.
A human person. Of flesh and blood. Flushed skin, luxurious blond hair, bright red eyes, and plush lips, wearing only a soft knee-length tunic and not much else, you were keenly aware that the clothes did almost nothing to cover up his more private areas, so you covered your face with your arm. Gritting your teeth, you spoke to him, "I'm sorry... I did not realize you were real..."
Standing up from the tub, and kicking it so you didn't fall again, you bowed gently, unaware of how your skin showed through your wet gown, the cloth sticking directly onto you and leaving nothing up to the imagination.
He was so tall, with rippling muscles and a cold face, then he chuckled, something so deep and smooth, it was foreign to you. You shivered, from the cold water on your clothes of course , and he reached forward, grabbing onto your shoulder, "Do you have somewhere me and you may rest? I apologize for such an intrusion, and causing you such a mess..." He slowly slid a small knapsack off of his back, holding it in front of himself as he waited for you to respond. His voice was so charming, you felt like you had no choice but to obey. Not because of any actual demand for it, but it just felt... right.
Nodding, you gently grabbed onto his wrist, something so massive all your fingers couldn't even how to wrap around, and led him inside the shrine and back to your room. He didn't question you at all, simply looking around and admiring all the wooden decorations you'd already come to memorize during your isolation here.
Once inside your room, you excused yourself, not explaining why, only to come back a few minutes later wearing a more appropriate nightgown. Soft and pink, it seemed to be less used than the other, which was true. You'd only found it recently, in an old chest in another room. Lots of stunning clothes, made from rich materials that made you gasp upon first seeing them. Feeling them was an entirely different experience altogether. You weren't poor at the temple, but such luxury was sin, so you never bought anything like it. Now though... you could wear whatever you wanted.
The sheerness of them though was not lost on you, they were clearly meant for sleeping and not longtime wear, and as night was steadfast approaching, you thought it only appropriate... But seeing this strange man again, sitting on your bed, and you having to sit beside him on the same bed, your own! It all made you suddenly nervous, so you did your best to keep yourself as far away from him as possible, even holding your legs to your torso to prevent him from getting any ideas. He was a man after all, men are dirty and think sinful things about any woman. Gross.
"So... how'd you get here?" He was polite when he asked it, but you knew better than to respect a man who wasn't a priest.
"Sacrificed by my church six months ago give or take, wasn't a good enough priestess apparently," you scoffed, "So I'm God's now."
He laughed at that, "God's huh?" he questioned lightly, before explaining at you confused look, "I can't believe they're still doing this, you think they'd learn that sacrifices don't work when appealing to wholly pure beings, they only work for those of unholy ambitions... So you'll be here forever, waiting, I suppose. No God is coming."
You squeezed yourself tighter, it was something you didn't want to face, no God being real... and you'd just die up here, alone and miserable. But it wasn't like you had any family or friends in the temple, not any that you know of at least. Being a teen when you were first abandoned at the doorsteps of that temple, you'd spent so long trying to adjust and fit in, going through training and classes and certification and ritual after ritual all to become a priestess, so you could make them happy. But you were never happy there.
"Hey, you're crying..." his hand came to rest on your knee, gently stroking it in a comforting manner, unaware of just how unused you were to human contact. It made you shiver, with what you didn't know, but you unwrapped yourself from your legs and rushed in to embrace him, catching him off guard in the process. Still, he melted into it as soon as he realized what was going on.
"I'm so sorry that they left you here, you don't deserve this loneliness, I'm sorry it took me so long to realize..." you sobbed into his expansive chest, his arms so warm around you, enveloping you whole. God, you had missed this. Another human person... It was heavenly.
And so, he came to stay with you in the shrine. The stranger of a man, who only wished you call him 'Dieu' (he told you it was foreign, you wouldn't recognize it, and he was right, you didn't), and you, in the shrine together.
He had his own room, the one nearest yours, and he told you he would leave once the New Year began. You said you didn't mind, but you both knew it was a lie, you'd miss him greatly.
Dieu fit so well into your new life, and you had fun showing him all the cool things around the shrine. Like the hot water cave you bathed in, or the racks of preserved meat you had collected, or the shelves of books to read and learn from. It all amazed him, he told you he had heard of such a place as this, but hadn't had the reason to come up and see for himself. You had laughed at that, telling him he should've come up sooner and hung out. He had agreed.
Living with you was a wonder for him, he complimented how well you survived all alone, and gave you things from his knapsack. Like a linen skirt or a gem he had collected from some distant place. You had many clothes t choose from, many being from the chests around the shrine, but men's clothes were a lot harder to find...
Luckily, you were able to find (and partially make) some more fitting clothes from him, his simple tunic proving to be ineffective several times due to the wind outside, and due to his own arrogance other times. Didn't help that he had no undergarments, simply preferring to go nude before he arrived, apparently.
After a scolding and a day of sewing though, you had presented him with new clothes, and he had thanked you profusely. It was the first time he had ever been given such a gift, or worn such clothes.
A skintight white shirt that exposed his shoulders and bare arms, an open cape that began at his hips and stopped at his ankles, showing off his thighs and his white pants, which were specifically made to give him mobility and not chafe his thighs. (He later made alterations to the crotch area, which embarrassed you, but he simply said he was used to having some more breathing room, it didn't mean anything more.) All the cloth being white as you were unable to dye it, and it was all you had available, he still loved it though, and somehow never got it dirty.
The rest of his outfit came from things you had found around the shrine, large gold bangles he wore on his biceps and wrists, a golden belt to help hold up his pants and smaller belts to go around his knees, 'because they look cool' he said, you had exhaled deeply out of your nose at that, but you had no reason to object, the things were just going to waste anyway.
His shoes and collar were his favorite accessories though, the shoes were also golden (Gods above, who had that much money to keep so many golden accessories up on this shrine?) and his collar necklace, which has a small D on the bottom of it. Actually, now that you thought about it, many of the accessories had that matter inscribed on them, 'D' repeating over and over, so you brought it up to him one day.
"Dieu... Isn't it funny how all these things we've found have had your first initial? It's almost like that were meant for you!" To show it wasn't a serious topic, you giggled after saying it, but his face was stone cold as he responded.
"Some things are just destined to be, my dear." And then he promptly moved into a different topic, leaving you to wonder what he had truly meant.
You wouldn't find out till half a year later, as your calendar indicated the upcoming New Year, along with the cold winds creeping up and chilling everything in sight.
It's inevitable... Dieu would be leaving soon.
But still, you sobbed alone in your room those last few nights, quiet enough so he wouldn't hear your misery. You truly cared for him, and not just because he was your only companion for the last half-year, but because you loved every single stupid thing he did.
When fishing in the creek at the bottom of the mountain he would get impatient of using the fishing line and just roll up his pants and go to try to catch them using his hands. Getting successful for a few times before the fish realized what was going on and didn't return. He got so upset about it, puffing up his face and demanding the fish listen to him and come into his hands. You'd laughed about it so hard that you fell off your rock and into the grass, and then he'd scolded you for laughing, a big smile on his face and embarrassment flushing his cheeks.
When you both would go to bathe he would look away from you so you could remain modest, insisting now wasn't the time, you weren't even married! (Or dating! He corrected right after.) But he would still help you wash your hair on the warm water, your back turned towards him as his large hands massaged your scalp and got out all the dirt and grime from working on the farm, expanding it to make even more food. It was his idea, so you both wouldn't have to share the same rations of food.
One day near the beginning of winter, he even brought up the idea of sharing a bed, for warmth purposes, and you almost agreed, before teasing him, "But we're not even married! Or dating! Remember?" His face had gotten so red at that, and he scolded you for teasing him, despite knowing he would do exactly the same any other time.
You loved him, if only you didn't realize that too late. Today was the day, he was packing up his things, the night would fall soon and your darling Dieu would be gone again. Never had you dared asked if he would return, it was such a frightening thought, you didn't want to lose him.
"Dieu..." you called out to him, the sun was setting and he was organizing his backpack with the last of the light. He looked up at you, no worry or sadness in his eyes, rather than that, he looked excited. It caused a pang of guilt and sadness to go through you. Being here wasn't for him, was it? He'd told you so many stories of being all over the world, trying to keep him here would be like trapping a singing bird. Pure hell.
"I... please..." You didn't even know where to begin, wearing the same nightgown you'd worn so long ago, holding your arms against yourself as the chill of the wintery night crept into the air, it was all so much. "Please live a good life, away from me, away from here--"
You couldn't even finish that thought, instead breaking down into sobs, refusing to look at him as he walked over to you, you didn't want to see the look of pity on his face, it would break you, and you would beg for him to stay.
"I have to ascend, my love. This was my year of living like a mortal, but, please..." his hand cupped your jaw, turning your head up so you could see the look on his face, "I've lived more in this time with you than I have my whole life, I don't want it to end either, so I have a... proposal of sorts... Want to hear it?"
Heart thumping in your chest, you nodded as best you could with his hand on your face, just that action alone caused a look of relief to cross his face before he leaned down and kissed you.
You were always right, his lips were plush as hell. Soft and warm, even in the cold night air, he worked his mouth against yours, and you did your best to move in such an experienced way as him. Just the thought of making him feel just as good as you, your mind buzzing with a faint pleasure you couldn't quite place, it made you shiver in delight.
He took it as a different kind of shiver, pulling away to offer instead, "Let's go to your room, love." Not waiting for a response, he picked you up bridal style, and carried you into the shrine, following the exact path you led him on so long ago. Your room was warm, the fireplace being lit before you went out to wish him goodbye, and he chuckled while laying you onto your bed, "Sharing warmth like this... I offered to do something akin to this a while ago didn't I?" You nodded as he sat upon his knees, towering over you as he always did.
"Ah, I was so riled up during that time, you smelled so good, just like you do now. But now... I'm getting riled up again. I want to ravish you, my love, will you allow that?"
The confusion on your face must've been evident, as he clarified, "I want to pleasure you, I've heard a few times when you tried to unsuccessfully relieve yourself, it was such a painful pleasure hearing that while I got myself off. I wanted to help you as well, but I know you're so sweet, so innocent, you'd die on the spot if I said anything about it." He was right about that, even the thought of him coming in and seeing that, let alone hearing it, was already making your face flush a dark red out of sheer embarrassment.
Feeling shy, you whispered something gently, too quiet for him to hear, so he leaned down, keeping his weight off of you but still just as imposing and breathtaking as if he had, "Please repeat that my love, I have to hear it..."
"Being with a man... I've never been... So scary..." You trailed off, moving your arms up to cover your face, only to be stopped by his hands grabbing onto your wrists, pinning them above your head.
"I won't be a man for much longer, but ah... You can be my first experience as one, I won't mind it at all, does that make you feel better, knowing you can be my first as well?" You nodded breathlessly, "Mmmn, you must really wish for me to stay here forever, in your bed, in your home..." He leaned down and kissed your mouth again, nipping gently on your lip to make you gasp, just so he could stick his tongue inside your mouth. The warm appendage swirling around your own, causing you to drool as you moaned into his mouth.
He then pulled away, his body moving up and then trailing lower, large enough so he could continue holding both your wrists in one hand while the other moved down the side of your body. The action alone made you whimper, and his hand came to rest right on your hip, softly kneading the flesh there. Humans were so soft, especially females, and you were in the perfect condition, warm and willing, as he always knew you would be.
"My love... What would you say if we were to be together forever? I know a way that can do such a thing, it's the equivalent to your human marriage, I suppose..." Rubbing his thumb over the edge of your nightgown, he asked in the sweetest voice you'd heard from him, "What say you, will you marry me and be my lovely human wife?" He was purring as he asked, the sound easing your worries as you thought it over for just a moment.
Small tears came to your eyes, a choked sob of 'Yes! Yes please!' coming from your mouth as he smiled and moved to kiss your now exposed stomach, bunching the fabric of your nightgown higher and higher, his mouth moved lower and lower, till he reached the pair of panties he oh so adored on you. The fabric clung to your hips and thighs so well, and now it clung to your dampening core... he was glad he was having such an effect on you, even when you were so inexperienced, your body knew what it liked...
Inhaling deeply, he heard you gasp in surprise, onto to have it turn into a strangled moan as his hand gripped onto your thigh and pulled your legs fully open for him. Not a moment later and he was licking a long languid stripe up your clothed slit, tasting the tangy sweetness of your desire for him. It made his spine rack in a lust-filled shiver, and you tried to close your legs, only to have him let go of your wrists and grab onto both of your thighs so he could force them apart. Nothing to hurt of course, but you still whined, something so cute that his heart throbbed with affection.
"Come now love, just a little taste? You know I'll be gentle, just relax, for me?" Voice as smooth as silk and as soft as a cloud, you couldn't help but comply, your thighs going lax in his grip as he set them down so he could pull your panties off of you. It was a slow process, you lifting up your hips to help didn't make him go any faster, spending his time kissing down your legs as he slipped the precious material off of you, mumbling praises all the while.
He simply threw your panties to the ground as soon as he was done with them, gripping onto your thighs once more as he moved his face close to your dripping core. Another deep inhale, one which he then let out right over your stomach, causing a weird sensation to vibrate through you. Now with your hands back in your control, you held one close to your mouth, the other being held over your breast as you gazed down at him.
It was an arousing sight for him, and he groaned, kissing your clit before moving his tongue to prod into the center of your arousal, an action that made you moan as he'd never heard before, one that he repeated until you almost sobbed for him to give you more. The look in your eyes told him all he needed to know— your desire was building, and he had promised for just a taste— shaking his head, he continued teasing you with his tongue, spreading around your delicious juices till the insides of your thighs we're almost soaked on them. All the while you were moaning and panting, unsure how to feel but loving the way he felt on your body, strong hands holding your thighs and hips still so he could lick up and down your throbbing pussy…
Just as you were on the verge of tears, he stopped, sitting himself back onto his knees as he leaned over your body and give you another kiss, letting you taste yourself and feel his hunger for you, nipping your lip harder this time, but denying you the pleasure of his tongue on yours.
"My love," he panted, husky and breathless, "I want you to feel what you do to me…" saying this, he pressed his hips to yours, letting you know just how much he loves you. His bulge is sizable, you can tell that much, pressing into you with a heat you've never known before. It makes your skin burn, and you actively whine with the feeling.
He thrusts his hips just a bit and you feel his throb, and you cry out for him. You didn't even know what you want, but for him to be inside you, that's what heaven is to you in this moment. So you beg for him, "Please please please! Put yourself inside me!" And he only groans, using his hands to slide off your nightgown over the top of your head, before leaning down to kiss you some more.
It ends before you get your fill, and you whine out his name, only to have him kiss your nose and state, oh so matter of factly, "We'll be together forever, you'll be so full of me that you'll get pregnant, is that what you want? Tell me if that's what you want, my child? My cum? I'll gladly give it all to you, I don't care about any consequences, please just tell me you'll stay with me forever!" The desperation in his voice is heartbreaking, and so you use your renaming strength to lift up your hands and cup his face, brushing your thumb over his cheekbones.
"I want to have everything with you, please, give me everything you need and want. I won't leave, so please…" you move up just a bit so you can kiss his nose, and he blinks for a moment as if registering that you've agreed. Relief settles in a moment later, and he smiles, heartfelt and sweet, his blond bangs falling in front of his face as he leans down to kiss you passionately.
Hunger starts to creep in, his list getting the best of him as he sits himself back up, his knees now holding your legs open as he moves aside his white clothing to reveal his massive cock to you. It's so big, you don't even have to be experienced to see that, dripping precum and visibly throbbing, veins adoring the underside of it as he lets you get a good look of him.
"It's alright, it'll feel better once I'm inside, please don't worry love, I won't hurt you." He seems to be comforting himself more than you, but you're still glad, and he allows you to sit up for the first time, slowly crawling over to him so you can touch his hearty member with your own hand.
Fingers brushing against the side, he sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth, seemingly attempting to prevent himself from rushing anything. He wants you to explore and be comfortable, and he's not exactly sure what you're doing when you bring your mouth to his cock, but he whines, high-pitched and absolutely desperate when you swipe your tongue over the top for a taste of his precum. It's so arousing to him, he can't hold back, even as you comment on the off-flavor and smile up at him, his control just snaps.
You're laid naked and bare before him, open and willing and pleading, unafraid and loving, it's something he's yet to experience before. It feels like it's truly the first time he's ever done this with someone, and as you wrap your legs around his hips, he can't help but proclaim his love to you, over and over.
Verbally at first, but once you grab onto his wrist and guide him to in-between your bodies, where his member is leaking onto your thigh, he gets the clue immediately, grabbing onto his cock so he can line himself up with your slick entrance.
Rubbing his head against your folds, he shudders deeply, as you moan in a way that makes him almost apprehensive, he said he wouldn't hurt you, but you look so small under him… He's a large man, imagining what it'll be like after this… it makes him feel guilty. "My small, little wife…" pressing his forehead against yours, you both watch as he pushes himself into you, your breath hitching as you feel him entering your slick walls.
There's a bit of a push, but he goes slow, murmuring praises and curses alike, an unbearable heat cooling down to a full warmth as he gasps, his hips fully locked with yours. Your legs squeeze together around his hips, the sudden realization that he's full inside you making you throw your head back and moan out something incomprehensible.
He grunts, pressing himself closer to you as he grabs onto your waist, palming the flesh there as he waits for you to regain some of your sense. "I know love, I know, my holy woman, I know you'll be okay, you're going to love this, I love you, I love you…!" Lavishing kisses on your face, you nuzzle gently into his cheek as he pants into your ear, your lips kissing his skin as his hand comes up to rub gentle circles on your breast.
"They're… cute… I didn't know I liked boobs like yours…" you smack the back of his head at that and he rumbles, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "Tell me when you're ready, my darling, I'll pump you full, then your tits will get bigger, I promise!" That earns a lighthearted tug on his ear, and you watch as his eyes crinkle with genuine love, the same emotion being reflected in your eyes while you slowly whisper out your agreement.
Grunting, he hooks his arms under your knees, and you can feel the cool metal of the golden bangles along with the warmth of his skin, it's a nice contrast, and it only makes you cry out louder as he ever so cautiously moves his hips back, only to thrust in with barely withheld excitement. He must be having a hard time controlling himself, he is a man after all, and so you grab onto his chin, forcing him to quit looking at your connected bodies and instead stay facing you.
"Please… cum inside me." Not ignoring the double meaning, he only responds by flashing you a teasing smile and speeding up his thrusts to a speed you didn't know was possible. His balls are slapping against you, the wet sounds of sex echoing throughout your room and even into the halls of the shrine, and you can't hold in any noises at all, and neither can he.
You watch through hooded eyes as he loses himself in the feeling of your body, and you know you're in much the same state, you can't even remember the last time you said something coherent to him, but he still listens. Still comforts. Still praises. Only the most delicious silken words flow from his mouths, other than his strings of 'fucks' and 'holy shit!' and you soak it all up, the feeling is amazing, making your body buzz from the inside out.
He moves his chest closer to you, the metal on his chest sure to leave indentions due to the pressure of his body, but you can't find it inside yourself to care when the cock inside you rubs against your walls so lovingly, pushing himself inside you as deep as he can go, setting everything alight and making you call out for him, more more more!
He nibbles and licks your neck, alternating between pressing sloppy kisses to your face to practically drooling like a dog on your breasts, making sure every inch of you can feel his love and affection and can feel him. It's enough to make you cry, though you're not sad at all, crying out for him to hold you tighter as your body heats up under him, your insides are burning! You're practically yelling in a fucked out voice, and he comforts you, "Just let it burn, come undone love, I'll keep you safe!"
Not sure what he means until it's too late, you feel him stroke a particularly sensitive spot inside you and you scream, as soon as he noticed your reaction he angles his hips to hit that spit over and over, and you're practically sobbing as you spill over and snap. The heat spreads throughout your stomach and your walls convulse around his cock, your mouth hanging open as you moan helplessly under him. It's an arousing sight, and he kisses your head as you whine about how oversensitive you are while he pounds into you.
"It's alright love, you're milking me- you're milking me so well! I— I'm— so close…!" Pulling your hips into his, you gasp out as the impact wracks through your body, feeling his grip on your thighs tighten as he screws his eyes shut and he moans out your name, it's long and drawn out, and he gives a couple of small thrusts before you feel the strange feeling deep in your gut.
Looking down, you're surprised to find your stomach bulging, a liquid heat filling you up in such a way that you can't help but call out to your lover. He doesn't say much, other than requesting that you please call him by his real name, "DIO, call me that from now on, I'm your DIO, I'm your DIO…" refusing to pull out, he rests his head on your chest, panting and listening to your frantic heartbeat while you watch him transform.
Tanned skin turns a very light purple, almost lavender color, his short blond hair becoming longer and almost glowing a pale gold, and when he looked up at you, exhausted and yet pleasantly satisfied, his eyes are yellow, and strange markings have appeared under his eyes and over his eyebrows.
Lifting up your jelly arm, you run your fingers over the markings on his cheeks, "DIO…"
He breathes in deeply, his face softening, "My love, it makes me so happy to hear you say that, my real name… I hope you'll say it forever."
"I will, DIO…!" you cry out softly, voice sore but he doesn't seem to mind in the least.
"I'll never get tired of that, as long as we both live, you and me together, my lovely wife…"
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That time seems like it was so long ago, but you know it's only been a little more than a year.
Your shrine is now your home, devoted to the wife of God, Asherah, and that's not even your name! But still, it's quite a prosperous place. Your farm is overflowing with an abundance of fruits and vegetables every year, your well never runs dry, the hot spring water never cools, your meat is unlimited, and your new library of books never ends.
It's a safe haven for you and your son Haruno while DIO is away, though he always comes home every night, ready to tuck your son into bed and to shower you in love and affection.
Haruno loves his father, barely able to stand on his own two feet, but DIO isn't aware that human children grow so slow. DIO expects him to be able to walk like, tomorrow, while you try to explain that it'll be a longer process than that. It will take trial and error! That causes him to blame himself, he should be home all the time to help you both. Being a God is hard work though, so you just wish him luck in the morning and greet him as he returns home.
You pipe up excitedly, "Now help me tenderize the meat so I can start preparing tomorrow's dinner!" He had promised to help with it, as your body is still sore from carrying his son for nine whole months!
"I don't think I will, not without at least… ten kisses first, no— thirteen, that's a lucky number!"
"You can either get started now or just eat knuckle sandwiches tomorrow!"
He laughs, "I'm a God! I don't need to eat!"
"DIO, please!"
"Fine fine! I can't help but give in when you sound so utterly adorable like that! You'll still owe me those kisses afterward though, maybe even more~" he puckers his lips, floating above you so he can try to sneak a couple of kisses before he even does anything.
You duck at the last moment, shouting out, "Get started idiot!" before grabbing his ear and pulling on it so you can lead him to the kitchen.
He may be a god, but he's your pain in the ass, and you love him.
It isn't your fault, it's unavoidable. Inevitable.
You wouldn't have it any other way.