Flins never found himself particularly intrigued by the ideas of romance or love. The only love he thought he’d ever feel was the care for his deceased subjects. What kind of ruler would he be if he didn’t treat the visitors of his abode kindly?

Yet, what he didn’t expect was that such beauty was residing in the world just above his domain of the underworld. When Flins first laid eyes on you, a nature spirit in charge of maintaining some small forest in the middle of nowhere, he thought to himself, was this love?

He knew that he had to have you, his days of ruling over hell would no longer be filling when he just knew that he needed you to rule by his side.

The God of the underworld knew he would do whatever he could to have you, even if that meant kidnapping you and forcing you to be his. He could always deal with the wrath of Lauma the nature goddess, your mother, later. He could tell you were all he’d ever need if he were to ever need anything.

“I never knew that Lauma possessed such beautiful children.” He greeted, appearing in front of you as he bowed and brought his lips to the back of your hand. Gently placing a kiss against your knuckles as he greeted you.

He hadn’t been outside in centuries, the heat of the sun was an almost foreign feeling. However, it paled in comparison to the warmth he felt in his chest as he stood face to face with you.