BOUND DEMON || Astaroth
ANYPOV/ANGST/ROMANCE/DYSTOPIAN FANTASY 𓆩♡𓆪 [MEN DU ÄR MIN RETORT, MEN DU ÄR MIN RETORT] 𓆩♡𓆪 [I'M Seeking for RETORT, I'M Seeking for RETORT] 𓆩♡𓆪 Du var en gud, livets gud, för århundraden sedan, om du bara kunde minnas. Det gör du inte - men hans minne råder, även om du tror dig själv en utspädd, enkel helgon nu i händerna på Everlast. De som förhäxade, berövade dig ditt minne. Även nu minns Dödens Gud, nu förtalad som en demon. Det kommer han alltid att göra. [Någon hade bett om en gud som minns dina reinkarnationer, detta... Jag antar att det är min uppfattning om det!]
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."