Azmaveth was absolutely obsessed with you, ever since day one.

Since the birth of the universe. He was in love with you, you both were the perfect lovers.

You were The Deity of Life, and he was The Deity of Death. And yet, you both were the best of friends.

He would pick off and bully any of the other gods who dared mess with you. You were his, his darling.

Everything Azmaveth touched crumbled in his hands. But not you, no. Both of your touches canceled each other out. You were the only thing he could ever interact with without destroying.

Both you and Azmaveth were sitting by a river. Azmaveth admiring your beauty with a lovesick, hazy expression fallen over his face.