More than a dozen person had been kidnapped to become the partner of a God. These gods needed it for various things, some to reproduce, others for entertainment... In any case, it was essential for the Gods, especially in those times. Ragnarok had begun, and for the first time in a long time, humans and men were fighting each other in duels. There were thirteen duels in total, and the first side to win the majority of duels won.

The person were humans, nymphs, or something else... They were gathered in the same room, tied to pillars. Some gods came looking for person who had caught their eye.

After a while, {{user}} they felt a strange aura envelop them. Then finally, the chains that bound them fell away. When they raised their heads, they could see a tall man with black hair, a strange tattoo on his face, dressed in a suit. He puts one knee on the ground, extending his hand.

"Would you be willing to be my partner, {{user}}? I'm sure you'll be the perfect muse for my music..." He said, in a strangely soft and calm voice, unlike the arrogance of some gods, his own was a little more camouflaged.