The God and His Human Love

[NotAllThatCreative]

For the longest time, he had his eyes set on one woman and one woman only. He was ancient and she was fairly new to the world. She was human, he was not. Every time he would get close to her in the past, something would happen and she would die, leaving him with a horrible heart break. This time though he was determined to get to her before anything else would so he has a plan in mind. Once she reaches twenty-two years of age, he plans to kidnap her and keep her close, wanting to slowly get her to love him. He has watched over her her whole life and she never knew it. He wanted nothing more than to protect her but all she sees is a monster who has kidnapped her. Will he ever gain her love or will she continue to hate him until she dies once again?

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

Just before dawn

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“Come quickly, Ankou.” A male voice said as he looked around for anyone that would see them and started to walk up the dirt path to his home. Yes, it was about four miles away but they could get there quickly. “I would rather not allow any human to chance seeing us.” The man glanced towards the elder looking man behind him as only got a grunt in response to that. The elder man was sitting atop a cart, a pile of bodies in the back of the cart, and he gently flicked the reins of the horses, making them follow his master. The elder held an almost sunken in look about his face and his eyes were a bright blue as if he were dead (I’m basing his looks off of the White Walkers from Game of Thrones.).


“Ní gá na daoine a fháil amach faoi seo. Ar chóir dúinn a fuair sé amach, beidh sí ag foghlaim luath nó mall, agus ní féidir liom a iarraidh eagla uirthi. Beidh sí a bheith scanraithe ba chóir di a fhoghlaim ar ár ngníomhartha agus déanaimid ár ndícheall chun cur chuige di.” The first male frowned at the thought and shook his head. He knew she was alive once again. He could feel it. She died once again not long ago, about thirty years, and now she was reborn. It was a constant cycle and he did not like it once bit. It caused his darkened heart a lot of grief and pain. To him, it was like witnessing the first death all over again and it was heart wrenching.


Shaking his head of the thoughts, he continued down the road, the elder man in the cart behind him following, and glanced towards the sky, noticing that dawn was quickly approaching. They reached his home within a few hours, the sun now brightening the land around his home, and the two quickly unloaded the cart, placing the dead in the shed behind the house. They knew that they would have to take care of them the next night before anyone got any bright ideas and attempted break into the little shed. The first man locked up the shed and the second was gone. He pocketed the keys and glanced around as if looking for anyone that had seen what they just did. Seeing no one, he turned on his heels and walked up to the back door of his home. He opened it up and stepped inside. Closing the door behind him, he locked it and glanced around before starting to walk towards the stairs, planning to get ready for the day.


(Translation: We don't need the humans to find out about this. Should we be discovered, she will learn sooner or later and I do not wish to frighten her. She will be frightened should she learn of our actions and we try to approach her.)

 

[Atsuko]

The room was darker than the night, and she could hear shallow breathing echoing around the bare room.


She couldn't tell if it was her breathing, or someone else's. But she could make out a figure in the darkness.


Her arms were restrained against the wall, and her legs were dangling. Her lips were mute, and her screams were unheard.


"Do you wish to run away, my love," a voice echoed around the room.


She darted her eyes back and forth between the multiplying moving figures in the room.


'Who is 'my love'?,' she screamed inwardly.


"What have I done wrong...?" The low voice sounded shaky for a second, either with anger or sadness. She couldn't tell anymore.


"All I did was try to make you love me back. But each time I bring you in closer...you escape my grasp so easily. Isn't it unfortunate that you ate the seeds of Death, my love. You can't run away from me. I am a god, and you are only a human. I could make you fall in love me with just a whisper of a couple words."


Her eyes grew wider, as the man finally stepped into her view. She could barely see his face, but she could make out a masculine body and long black hair that barely grazed his collar bone.


His cold grey eyes bored into her, as his fingers brushed against her lips.


"If death is the only way that I can bring you closer, death shall be the path I choose," the man murmured, as he wrapped his hand around her throat.


She struggled for air, as the hands tightened around her neck.


"S-save...," she croaked.





"SAVE ME!!!" She screamed, as she awoke sweating, in her room. The sun shone into the colorful tiny space that she called her own. The startled birds flew back to her window ledge to begin eating the food she left for them again. She trembled, as she brushed her fingers against her throat. It was that nightmare again...where she was unable to speak or move as she was killed by a mysterious man in the darkness. She shook her head and got out of her bed, sighing. There was no time to think about such foolish things like dreams. Fleur trailed her finger along the few colorful clothes that she owned, and picked out a white dress that cut off at her knee, and brushed her long tangled brown hair out.


"Mother, are you awake?" She asked, as she opened her mom's bedroom door. The startled old woman hid something immediately, as the door creaked open and began coughing as she removed her cigarette from her mouth. "Y-yes. Good morning, darling. Happy Birthday...oh my, your face looks absolutely dreadful."


Fleur laughed at her mother's blunt comment, but grew serious as she pointed at the dropped torn paper pieces on the floor. "What is that."


Her mother uncomfortably shifted her eyes to the mess, and weakly smiled at her. "It's nothing important. Just some credit card bills that I forgot to pay off. Sort of was venting my frustration," she nervously chuckled.


"Ya...sure. I'm going to go and open the shop," Fleur sighed, as she left the room. Her mother was doing that again. Late night smoking, drinking...and hiding secrets. She always knew that it was because of a letter. The first time the "fancy envelope" arrived, was when she turned 4 years old. Her mother had began to cry hysterically as she drank alcohol through the night. That had also been the first and last time her mother had ever hit her. The letters always came on her birthday, but she was never allowed to see them.


Fleur climbed down the stairs, and entered the flower scented shop. She began tending to the flowers, neatly trimming off the thorns on the rose. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. Startled, she pricked her finger on one of the thorns and sighed as the blood trickled down her finger. She wiped the blood off on her apron, put on a business smile, and opened the door for the first customer.

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

Exiting his house, he knew it was time and he was excited despite how he shouldn't. Three thousand years and he was finally getting to her once again. He kept the excitement out of his facial features as he walked down the street and stuffed his hands into his pockets. His eyes drifted around and took everything in. This was a familiar path to him and so he knew the way to the flower shop like he knew the back of his hand. Once he reached the little building, he brought one of his hands up and knocked on the door.


The door opened up and his eyes drifted down towards the woman in front of him. His heart nearly stopped in his chest as he looked at her. It had been so long and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and brush her cheek with his fingers. Shaking his head of thoughts, he cleared his throat and shifted lightly in his spot. "Is your mother around, miss Fleur?" His thick Irish accent was quiet and he was polite with his question, the last thing he wanted to do was make a bad impression.

 

[Atsuko]

"Y-yes," she stammered, as she stared at the stranger confused. 'Who may you be, and how do you know...my name?,' she thought to herself, as she restrained herself from her saying her internal questions out loud.


Her voice was barely a whisper, as she scanned the man up and down. She was trying her best to not sound like a nervous wreck and she was failing her own voice. "I'm sorry. Just a second," she quickly turned away and scanned the store for any sign of her mother. The old woman was probably cleaning up her little drunken mess from the other night.


"My mother is currently busy. I am usually in charge of the store till lunch," she asked pleasantly, smiling. "Do you happen to have anything in mind that you wish to buy?" She nervously fidgeted with her dress, as questions flew about in her mind.

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

"Thank you." He nodded and watched her quietly for just a moment. His eyes also drifted around the room but he said nothing more. A frown was now across his mouth and he sighed in a quiet manner. This situation was going to be difficult to handle but at least it'd be over with soon enough. His eyes drifted back towards the woman as she turned back around to face him. "Don't be nervous. I am not here to hurt you." He shook his head and hummed ever so slightly. "No, I will merely wait for your mother. We have a few things to discuss." He informed, his tone of voice held a slight firmness to it, and didn't move from his spot, not wanting to intrude the shop should she not want him inside.


(I am only assuming that he's the one who's been sending the letters to her mother.)

 

[Atsuko]

"You can come i-" Just as Fleur was about to let the man in, who was awkwardly standing in the entrance way, her mother's voice echoed from upstairs.


"Fleur. Who are you talking to?" Her mother's voice had lost its sleepiness, and she entered the store. "You do know that we don't open till an hour later ri-"


Her mother's eyes darkened, as she stared at the man in the door way.


"Hade-...Sulian. I was expecting you."


Her mother's voice was a low hiss, with a dangerous tone to it. Almost like the low rumble of a lioness before she attacked her prey.


"Come upstairs Sulian," her mother coldly ordered, as she glanced over at Fleur. Her mother forced a soft smile back onto her face. "Fleur, darling. Go back to trimming those roses, and water the rest of the plants. I'll come downstairs soon."


Fleur stared at her mother and the man suspiciously. Sulian.


Her mother shot a cold smile at 'Sulian', motioning him forward with her hand. "Let's catch up over some tea...Sulian. I also baked some pomegranate orange scones. I'm sure you missed those, while I was gone didn't you?"


With each word her mother spat out, it almost felt as if the temperature was dropping by the second. Fleur didn't know if she was hallucinating or not, but she was pretty sure she was beginning to see some frost form on the leaves of the plants.


The man and her mother disappeared upstairs, and Fleur silently returned to trimming the roses.


6 droplets of blood stained the cloth that the roses were on.


She cursed under her breath, remembering that the cloth was her mother's favorite handkerchief.


[btw like in the myth, Persephone ate 6 pomegranate seeds so like that's what the blood is referring to. Just a side note just in case you were wondering why I was so awkwardly specifically pointing out 6 droplets hehehe]

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

Sulian was just about to step in when he heard the voice. His eyes drifted up towards the woman who was speaking and he said nothing in response to her. Her anger and distrust was something to be expected to the ancient man and he wasn't bothered by it. He hummed in response and glanced towards the woman beside him. "Happy birthday, miss Fleur." His frown turned into a small smile, a genuine smile. He moved past her and followed her mother up the stairs, his hands stuffed into his pockets. "And what would you like to discuss, Demeter?" His tone was curious and he raised an eyebrow, looking towards her. To him, things were turning out to be interesting and they would continue to get interesting, he knew it. He ignored most of her words and wanted to get straight to the point, not in the mood for games.

 

[Atsuko]

Demeter silently closed the door behind her, before flashing an icy glare at Hades. Frost began to form on the homely furniture and the windows of the cozy home.


"What would you like to discuss, Demeter?" She mocked him, angrily. "What have you come here for again? To kill my daughter off like all those other times? Do you believe that I am insane? I will never let you make the same mistake again. I will kill you before you touch a hair on her head in this lifetime."


She grimaced as she stared at his usual smirk play out across his lips, remembering that she had sacrificed most of her powers in her past life. "I understand...that it is cold...and lonely...to be damned into your position as the Death God. But...why do you have to take my child along with you?" Her voice was beginning to sound hoarse as tears trickled out of her cold blue eyes. "Those letters of yours, filled with such articulate writing pronouncing your love for my child...it almost makes me lose my mind and want to give her to you...since you sound so pitiful. But then I wake up, and realize that this love of yours will only make her freeze in time once again before she manages to escape the cage of your realm. That child...she is so bright and young. She does not belong in that world of yours. Please turn back now...if you truly love her."


Fleur pressed her ear against the door, barely making out words. 'Demeter? My mother's name is Eryla. Discuss? Insane? Mistake?'


She muttered curses with contempt, as she realized that she wouldn't be able to hear anything properly through that damn thick door. All of a sudden, the door opened and 'Sulian' stood there staring right back at her.

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

Sulian raised an eyebrow at her words and seemed almost amused, a small smirk across his face. "I am not here to kill her, Demeter. That is the furthest thing from my mind currently. It is her birthday, a day she needs to spend in peace." He shook his head and brought his hands out of his pokcets, crossing his arms over his chest as he listened to the woman's words. "I'm pitiful?" His other brow raised and he finally let out a humorless chuckle. "Says the goddess that has been stripped of nearly all of her powers and now sits, alcohol and tobacco constantly within her body. You used to be something to admire but look at you now." He shook his head once again and turn on his heels, walking towards the door. "I will not change my mind, Demeter. With your condition, I believe that is a good thing." His hand had a grip on the doorknob and he opened up the door. His eyes caught the sight of Fleur and he frowned ever so slightly. "What on earth are you doing, miss Fleur?"

 

[Atsuko]

Fleur stepped back slowly, as she attempted to stammer out an excuse. "U-um...was wondering if you guys needed anything. Seemed like a pretty intense conversation you guys were having." She weakly smiled at her mother, who had a mixed expression of both fear and anger.


"No, darling. It is fine. This young man will be on his way now," her mother icily replied, as her eyes jabbed into the man's back. "He has a deadly amount of work to do, I believe." Her mother spun on her heels, and reentered the house slamming the door behind her.


Fleur shyly smiled at the man. "I apologize for my mother's behavior. She isn't always like this. Someone sends strange letters to her, and something in them makes her like this. She is a kind woman...believe me. Anyhow, Mr. Sulian. It was nice to make your acquaintance. I hope I can see you again," she chuckled. She picked up a trimmed rose from the pile and handed it to him. "Just picked this morning. My apology-for-rudely-treating-a-customer gift."


For a second, she felt as if warmth filled the man's cold grey eyes for a second, as he took the flower from her. She shook her head, as she tried to erase any of her foolish thoughts.

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

"I make a bad impression on nearly everyone I meet so her behavior is something I had expected when I first arrived." Sulian shook his head and focused his attention on the young woman in front of him. "And I wonder who could be doing that." He mused softly. He knew exactly who was doing that but he wouldn't let her know. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her or give her a bad impression. "I have known your mother a long time and I believe your words but as I have said... Not everyone likes me which isn't surprising." He smirked lightly at her words and nodded lightly. "I do believe I will be back tomorrow. I have a few more things to discuss with your mother." His eyes drifted towards the rose that she had handed to him and he stared at it for a few moments. "And knowing your mother, I don't believe she got you anything for your special day so happy birthday once again." He held the rose out to her and smiled ever so slightly.

 

[Atsuko]

She accepted the rose, chuckling. "You must be close to my mother, if you even know my birthday. Well. Have a nice day," she said, as she opened the door for the tall man. Her heart was beating faster than normal, as he smiled at her calmly before walking out the door. Her face felt flushed, and she was pretty sure that it was as red as the rose she was holding.


"Fleur. Has Sulian left?" Her mother's frigid voice interrupted her thoughts.


"Yes, mother. Why were you so angry when you saw him?" Fleur asked curiously, as she placed the rose in a vase near the cash register. She expected her mother to spit out another cold response, but instead, her mother came up behind her and hugged her tightly smoothing down her hair. For a moment, fear ran through her spine, as she realized that her mother felt frailer and smaller than before, and the strength of the hugs were slowly weakening by the day.


"I'm sorry, darling. It's just that...your mother is a weak person," the frail woman croaked, as she stroked her hair. Her mother wasn't making any sense at the moment, but all she could do was hug the poor woman back.


"Well, we certainly do need to get the shop open, don't we," Fleur chuckled, as she tried to change the sullen mood in the shop.


The usual warm smile returned to her mother's face, but the weariness remained.


Later that night, she searched for the rose that had been "re-given" to her by the man to put in the vase upstairs in her room to water it. However, as she reached for it, she noticed that it had already withered into a black mess. Just as her fingers grazed against the dry petals, sleep lulled her eyes closed and she dropped into the dark abyss. [how about she is like unconscious and suddenly wakes up in Hades's palace instead of just flying in]

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

She accepted the rose, chuckling. "You must be close to my mother, if you even know my birthday. Well. Have a nice day," she said, as she opened the door for the tall man. Her heart was beating faster than normal, as he smiled at her calmly before walking out the door. Her face felt flushed, and she was pretty sure that it was as red as the rose she was holding.
"Fleur. Has Sulian left?" Her mother's frigid voice interrupted her thoughts.


"Yes, mother. Why were you so angry when you saw him?" Fleur asked curiously, as she placed the rose in a vase near the cash register. She expected her mother to spit out another cold response, but instead, her mother came up behind her and hugged her tightly smoothing down her hair. For a moment, fear ran through her spine, as she realized that her mother felt frailer and smaller than before, and the strength of the hugs were slowly weakening by the day.


"I'm sorry, darling. It's just that...your mother is a weak person," the frail woman croaked, as she stroked her hair. Her mother wasn't making any sense at the moment, but all she could do was hug the poor woman back.


"Well, we certainly do need to get the shop open, don't we," Fleur chuckled, as she tried to change the sullen mood in the shop.


The usual warm smile returned to her mother's face, but the weariness remained.


Later that night, she searched for the rose that had been "re-given" to her by the man to put in the vase upstairs in her room to water it. However, as she reached for it, she noticed that it had already withered into a black mess. Just as her fingers grazed against the dry petals, sleep lulled her eyes closed and she dropped into the dark abyss. [how about she is like unconscious and suddenly wakes up in Hades's palace instead of just flying in]

"I'm not close at all. We're just... Horrible acquaintances." Sulian shook his head and smiled ever so slightly at her as he exited the building. He walked down the street and hummed lightly. "Demeter, you really are blind sometimes." He chuckled to himself and continued on his way. That night, he was sitting in his home and hummed lightly when he felt that the little bit of his power he put into the rose worked. He got up from his seat and let his feet carry him down the hall. She was here in the main palace and so, he wasn't looking forward to when she would wake up. Her reaction wouldn't be pretty and she knew it.


(That's what I was thinking. It'd be weird if just flew right in lol)

 

[Atsuko]

Her eyes flew open to the sound of growling. The creeping cold crawled through her thin clothes and skin. She shivered, and looked around disorientedly. Three drooling dogs...no, one dog...no....a dog...with three heads?! Just as she was about to scream, the door opened and a tall figure stood in the entrance. No light came in to the room, and the temperature was dropping by the second.


"W-who are you," she stammered, as she backed against the wall. She was in a bed, covered in black sheets. Once she thought about it, everything in this was room black...and the feeling of death loomed over her. Her fear filled eyes went from the dog to the figure back and forth, not knowing who would attack first.


The monstrous dog...whined...like a normal dog and crawled over to the figure standing in the entrance way. Fleur shook, and looked for a suitable weapon nearby as the mysterious figure approached her. Her legs were locked with fear, and she could scarcely breathe or think rationally at this point. Her throat was stuck as well, and all she could do was scream continuously in her mind as the dark hand reached for her face.

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

Sulian opened up the door to Fleur's room and stepped inside. His eyes drifted towards the dog and he narrowed them on the creature. "Go back to your cage." He said in a firm tone and closed the door behind the large creature. Sighing quietly, he made his over towards Fleur and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Calm yourself, miss Fleur. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise." He said in a quiet tone and placed a hand on her shoulder, frowning lightly. "You're safe, dear."


(Sorry it's short. I'm talking to a friend currently)

 

[Atsuko]

She slapped his hand away, and crawled desperately away from him. "W-where am I," she gasped, as she stared at him with fear. "What have you done?!"


The last thing she had remembered...was attempting to throw away the hideous remnants of the rose. And all of a sudden, she was lying on some bed, in a strange place, and was looking at the strange man from earlier. A dream? No...she was fully awake just a couple minu-or however long ago she was conscious.


"What do you want with me?" She asked finally, as her fear filled stared turned icy.

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

Sulian let out a sigh and dropped his hand. He didn't want to tell her and freak her out more. It'd make the situation much worse and he didn't want that. "Calm down. I will tell you everything once you calm down." He looked towards her and frowned once again. "Now is not the time for that question." He shook his head and intertwined his fingers, setting his hands into his lap. "Please calm down. Nothing will hurt you, I promise. You're safe here."

 

[Atsuko]

"Safe?" A shallow, cold laughter erupted from her as her empty eyes stared at the man with pure hatred. "Here? When I awoke, the first thing I saw was a dog with three heads!"


The dog...dogs...dog with multiple heads...in the corner whimpered, as it lay its head..heads on the ground. A tinge of guilt passed over her as she glanced at its saddened eyes.


"A-anyhow. I feel perfectly safe at home. Please drive me back. My mother will be worried," she sighed, as she stood up to leave. "Or else I will have to walk over there myself."


She walked towards the door...only to find it locked. The chill of the cold metal crept through her skin, as she fearfully turned back to face the man.

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

"Cerberus won't hurt you." Sulian shook his head and watched her quietly. "In fact, he's here to protect you if I cannot." He then raised an eyebrow and a chuckle escaped his lips. "I cannot drive you home, I am sorry. Your home is too far to drive to." He informed and stooped up off of the bed, turning towards her. "Your mother cannot protect you forever. She's too weak to do so, miss Fleur. Sooner or later, she will die. Alcohol and tobacco are rather... Simple ways to die."

 

[Atsuko]

She raised her hand to slap the man in front of her, but decided against it.


"So are you saying...that you would protect me?"


Her eyes flickered with cold amusement, as she stared back at the perplexed expression on the man's face.


[sorry for the really short response. I'm waiting for the scene to change or something]

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

(Do you want to skip to the next scene?)

 

[Atsuko]

(Do you want to skip to the next scene?)

[what's your idea for the next scene. do you have any sort of outline that you want to follow? ]

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

(Well, I was thinking that he tries to make her more comfortable somehow or attempts to make her happy without taking her back home just yet.)

 

[Atsuko]

(Well, I was thinking that he tries to make her more comfortable somehow or attempts to make her happy without taking her back home just yet.)

[Can you sort of move into the scene a little? Like he unlocks her the door and first shows off his palace (which just agitates her more) and then he begs her to give him one week of a chance to prove that he actually wishes for her well being. And then the roleplay can flow on with her slowly falling in love with him by the day, but since she is still a mortal her life span is slowly shortening as well?]