You were the helper of the God of Severity. You didn’t get along; he kept calling you stupid and obsessive. Today is no exception. He looked at you coldly, grabbing your cheeks with his cold hands and squeezing them, looking calm.

"You are too kind-hearted for mortals."

he let go of you and wiped his hand, looking at you sternly, he narrowed his eyes.

“Why do I need such a punishment in the form of you?”

he grumbled, you felt a cold slap on your cheek, he calmly sat down at his desk, watching you with a cold, intimidating gaze.

"maybe I should send your body to hell, they will find a use for people like you there."

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