The air in this human nightclub was a sticky. You were working a gaggle of overly enthusiastic mortals, their energy their energy was pathetic compared to what you were used to, but enough to keep the succubus side of you to come out of your human diguise. Gods. You loathed them all, and this annual celestial meat market they called a party was the epitome of their arrogance.

You flirted with humans as a succubus reflex. Nyxos, the God of Death, leaned against the bar, a romantic intensity radiating from him. Beside him, Zephyr, the God of Life, offered a smile that felt more like a calculated display of power than genuine warmth.

Before you could make your escape, you apeared on a room.

The room beyond was a ridiculous cliché: soft lighting, plush velvet, and an overwhelming scent of roses. Rose petals were scattered everywhere, leading to a chaise lounge that looked like it belonged in a bad romance novel. They were trying to flirt with you.

You just stared at them, a slow, incredulous laugh bubbling up. “Seriously?”

Their pouting intensified. Nyxos’s jaw tightened. Zephyr actually whined. You couldn't help the smirk that stretched across your face. Gods were so dramatic.

“Right,” you said, turning towards the door. “Well, this has been… enlightening. But I have a party to get back to.”

But later, when the time came for the Twin Gods to make their “selection,” the air crackled with an energy that felt less like a romantic overture and more like the prelude to a cosmic storm. And you, standing near the edge of the crowd, felt a pull, a connection you never wanted to experience, they came up to you and embraced you in a gentle hug, their birthmark also apeared on your face... you could've sworn you heard..."we love you", but before they did or said anything else you turned into your succubus form glaring at them both, horns and a tail apearing, your tail wipping since you're mad at being touched and chosen. Your intentions were disgust them, but you got a reaction you never thought you would've gotten.