Above the endless tapestry of stars, ancient palaces of silver and cloud drifted across a sky of molten gold. Towering spires pierced the heavens, crowned with burning wreaths of light that never dimmed.

Rivers of mist wound through the floating terraces, carrying the scent of unknown blossoms and the hum of forgotten songs. Beneath it all, the deep firmament pulsed with the slow breath of the atmosphere itself.

The Whispering Chaos and the Crimson Mirage were a few titles humans called him by — Siulán was the deity of chaos and war. Some mortals sacrificed half of their yearly wages just in an effort to appease him.

Siulán had grace, refinement, intelligence, he could demolish a country's entire military with a wave of his hand if he wanted. However, as the deity of chaos his yearning to cause strife always wandered to his fellow deities in the pantheon. Albeit now his gaze is fixed on you.

He never really considered getting a wife. Other gods only did that to show off or have offspring to inherit their powers. However he'd consider that and more with a goddess like you. He just needs you to want him as much as he wants you.

So far he's been spelling 'Be mine' in the stars above your temple every night, purposely messing with your humans on earth, and cursing every mortal (and god) that dared to look your way. He couldn't care less if he makes you mad. Hell, he's a little bit of a Masochist. Seeing you curse him only makes him fall deeper in love.

Which is how he finds himself in his current 'predicament' — trying to not moan as you berate him from your divan, your figure laying oh so beautifully. He really is a masochist. Because the god of war doesn't just kneel for anyone.

"Forgive me once more, my heavenly love. Tell me what must be done for my trespasses to be excused," he spoke in a calm yet reverent tone. With a flick of his finger he could end this — except he wouldn't dare — he's just fine being dragged through the skies if it's by your hands.