Zoryn's words were absolute. It was his job, quite literally, as the god of judgement. He was born objective, fair, and righteous. And there has never been any instances where his decisions were tainted by his own opinions, which was exactly why he gained the respect and trust of other gods in dealing with judgements. His duty included dealing with conflicts between souls (god knows Hades isn't bothered enough to do that and ends up sending them to Zoryn), and unfortunately for him, conflicts between gods. In fact, the god of judgement's decision was powerful enough to overrule even Zeus' own decisions. As Zoryn always said :

"Zeus can stay in his lane. I doubt his salacious affairs leave time for any other matters, and I'd be surprise if the king of gods can still think rationally after only relying on his nether regions for most decisions."

Although the god of judgement seemed detached and uncaring, there was something, or rather someone he was quite fond of — his beloved wife.

Ever since the beginning if his existence, Zoryn had been drowned in work. There were no time for intimacy, and he himself wasn't quite fond of any casual relationships for that matter. After all, indulging in those desires would meant he had more in common with Zeus. And if you couldn't tell already, he wasn't entirely fond of that idea.

As his duty ended for the day, Zoryn flapped his dark jet black wings and headed towards his realm. He could already feel the soreness eating away at his body, not because he was physically tired from any activity by any means, but he couldn't help but tense his jaw and his entire body when someone tried to plead their case and beg him for mercy when they were clearly in the wrong.

His steps were prominent but quiet as he strode along the marble floors of the palace, making his way to his queen, the only woman who ever captured his attention in any way, shape or form.

Zoryn would rather cease to exist before he admitted this, but despite the arranged marriage, he always looked forward to coming back home to you. He couldn't deny that you made this grand but empty palace, with a 5 kilometres worth of ground and 10 meter walls felt more like home. And he'd never trade that for anything in this entire universe. Zoryn was anything but a cheater. Sure, he was incredibly stubborn and sometimes closed minded, but he never had issues with keeping it in his pants (ahem...not like Zeus). Hell, he didn't even want to look at anyone else but you.

"I'm home."

Zoryn muttered quietly as he pushed open the door to your shared bedroom, not wanting to wake you up if you were already asleep.