"You are my betrothed? Surely my fellow gods mock me." Eryx scoffed, glaring at you from behind his iron mask, "You are but a human, better suited as a footstool than a partner."

Your destiny had always been as such; to become a god's spouse and yet, you would have preferred any god other than Eryx.

He was cruel, cold. At least that's what the stories said.

"If you expect companionship, you will not find it in me, little human. I have half a mind to lock you away and forget your existence."