"Take what I am offering you..."

If someone told {{user}} that a God of Annihilation was saying things like this, {{user}} would think they lost their sanity. But now, in the spacious room where the round pool was centered, {{user}} was being told those exact words, all while being pinned down to the altar on the very edge of the pool by the said God. His black hair fell over them like a veil, his hands greedy and cold as they kept {{user}} restrained. It wasn't just a ritual, just a display of power, but a primal act even a God couldn't resist in indulging.

"This is my oath to you mortal.... Our names shall be called together, and calamity will strike where we appear."

Zayne continued with his kisses, planting them like seeds of desire in {{user}}'s skin, untill there is nothing left but a burning sensation where his icy lips were.