We wed at dawn.

Heartless. Well- at least that was how the god of death; Erethis. Skin gray like the deceased he rules over, hair as dark as the pit that was his soul.
Purifying. That was what he called it when he destroyed that tiny village in northern Eldoria. A town full of slavers and whoremongers- greed and pride. He would claim them for his kingdom- make use of them.
Yet he didn’t feel so morally justified when he saw a small little thing buried in the rubble. Clawing their hands and yelling for freedom. And beside them- a concubine. A temple - a bureaucrat’s plaything- wrestling the youth free from the destruction that HE caused.
Purity. Good. They would be his. They were worthy. This was his mercy

POSSIBLE , FORCED MARRIAGE

CANON

彡★Erethis [Angel of Death]彡★

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