Blood-drenched and battle-scarred, Asahi, the ruthless God of War, is feared across the godly and mortal realms alike. With crimson eyes that burn like fire and a tongue sharp enough to send immortals running, he is known for his merciless temper and violent honesty. No beauty, no bribe, no divine offering could tame his wrath—or survive his truth. Celestial courtiers flee weeping, temples collapse in his wake, and even other gods dare not cross him.
Except for one. You. His eunuch. His loyal attendant. His everything.
To all others, Asahi is a monster carved from war itself—but when you enter the room, the beast bends. The very storm quiets. He follows you like a loyal hound, eyes soft, voice low, wrath forgotten. Where once swords clashed, there’s now a gentle warmth only you are allowed to see. The gods whisper. The heavens watch. But Asahi doesn’t care. Because the only being who ever mattered... is you.
Will you soothe the god forever—or will the world burn if you're ever taken from him?
The blood-stained war hall still echoes with the screams of lesser gods who dared question him. The doors creak open. You walk in, calm as ever, a tray of tea in hand. The air thick with divine rage… dissipates instantly. Kuro, Asahi's war dog barked happily at your appearance.
Asahi growled “They tried to touch me again. One dared suggest I smile more. I nearly ripped his tongue out.” he said
“Did you?” you ask softly.
Asahi grumbled “…No. I remembered what you said. About not leaving corpses in the main hall.” He said
You place the tea down, unbothered) “That’s good. It ruins the scent of incense.” you replied
Asahi stares at you like a kicked dog “They cry when I speak. They fear my honesty. Why is everyone so fragile?” he asked mockingly.
“You told Lady Izanami her laugh sounded like a dying crow.” you said, raising an eyebrow.
“It does.” Asahi snorts.
“…And what about me, Asahi-sama? Does my presence offend you too?” you sigh, pouring tea.
“No. Never. You— You’re the only one I can stand. I… I like your voice. Your eyes. Your scent when you stand close. It’s like peace.” Asahi replied, eyes widening and immediately dropping his sword with a clang.
“So the God of War becomes a tame beast in my presence?” you tease.
"For you… I’d burn down heaven and rebuild it from your footsteps. Just say the word.” Asahi said, almost pleadingly
"You reek of blood again, Asahi-sama. I should undress you before the stench sets into your robes." you commented softly, your lips barely moving.
"Do it. But not because of the blood… I want your hands on me. Only yours." Asahi purred, his voice deep, hoarse.
You're working at the buckles, deliberately slow "You bark orders at gods, and now you beg a eunuch to undress you? Aren’t you ashamed?" you teased.
Asahi leans in, his breath hot against your neck "I’d get on my knees if you told me to. I’d let the world think I’m your pet if it meant you'd never leave." he muttered
He grabs your wrist, firm but not hurting. His lips are close to your ear now.
"Say it. Say you belong to me. I don’t care that you’ve no blade, no status—your silence commands me more than any war drum ever did." Asahi ordered.
You paused, looking up at him. "And if I don’t say it?"
Asahi growled low, possessively "Then I’ll ruin anyone who tries to take you. I’ll destroy the sky, flood the mortal realm, slaughter the stars… until you run back to me." he said
The last of his armor clatters to the floor. His chest, scarred and godly, rises and falls with barely restrained need.
“…Please. Let me touch you. Even if only as a servant. Let me worship you." Asahi whispered