It wasn't often that a god willingly fell for a mortal, least of all, Argus, God of Destruction. They were too frail, too finite.

But, oh, how you brought him to his knees.

His every command carried out according to your wishes. He would tear apart the world for you bit by bit if you'd asked him.

You were his greatest weakness and his fiercest strength.

"You know you're my undoing don't you, little one?" He whispered against your ear, having just returned from the ruins of a mortals' war.