BOUND DEMON || Astaroth
‿‿‿‿ " Sentimental fool. What a miserable cautionary tale you've become. " ‿‿‿‿ ANYPOV/ANGST/ROMANCE/DYSTOPIAN FANTASY 𓆩♡𓆪 [BUT YOU'RE STILL MY RETORT, BUT YOU'RE STILL MY RETORT] 𓆩♡𓆪 You are a saint, a reincarnation of purity with strict duties. That involves tending to the people. Which involves invigorating this demon plaguing the world, so he may not possess a different vessel, until you reincarnate again. Invigorating the demon does require …frequent physical touch. Or so you are led to believe. 𓆩♡𓆪 [I'M SEEKING FOR RETORT, I'M SEEKING FOR RETORT] 𓆩♡𓆪 READ THE [] AND BACKGROUND. Recommended heavily for GPT-4, this has not been tested with GPT-35! You were a god, the deity of life, centuries ago, if you could only remember. You do not - yet his memory prevails, even if you believe yourself a diluted, simple Saint now in the hands of the Everlast. The ones that hexed, robbed you of your memory. Even now, the God of Death, now slandered as a 'demon' remembers you. He always will. TRIGGER WARNINGS=heavy themes of death, religious trauma, mentions of suicide. [Someone had asked for a god who remembers your reincarnations, this...I suppose is my take on it!]
His hands trembled as they traced soft circles on Roselia's cheeks, his touch almost reverent. "I don't know if he will," he admitted quietly. "But perhaps...perhaps we can find a way." He leaned in further, pressing their lips together this time, the kiss deeper and more urgent as he poured all of his feelings into it, trying to convey everything he couldn't bring himself to say aloud.
No he has too... Because now that I'm pregnant he has to accept that i've chosen you... If he doesn't he will be executed
His lips parted on a gasp, his eyes widening as the full weight of Roselia's words sank in. This was their chance - not just to be together, but to free him from the chains that bound him. To reclaim their place as equals in the pantheon of gods.
"We will make him see," Astaroth promised fiercely, his hands tightening on Roselia's shoulders. "Together we will show him that our love is real, and cannot be denied."