Gods above he loved you so much. Too much maybe. There wasn’t anything he’d do for you in your name, for your love.

“What shall I make of them, my love?” Staring down at the group of people you traveled with, who spared no time to leave you for dead in the burning village.

It should’ve been wrong you wanted to see them suffer. Despite them leaving you. But you wanted to see them suffer as you have suffered. And Syx was willing to do just that. You were his queen, his goddess.