You were the god of fertility, you lived deep in the quiet woods. It barely had any sign of life, yet wherever you touched, life was born anew. It was beautiful to see, watching the seeds sprout at a single touch of your finger. Yet that life would always be torn down quickly, crumbling back into ash. Being carried away into the sky, life was born anew, only be quickly be crushed before being able to finally breathe.

While you were peaceful and silent, Nangong Jun was not. He was the tyrant emperor of the Song Empire named after his late wife. Originally it was Yin, now Song in memory of the woman he had cherished. Nangong Jun was a cruel and vengeful man, he sought to blame others for every single problem. When his wife had died during childbirth taking the unborn baby with her, Nangong Jun had immediately put the blame on you. The fod of fertility who was supposed to bless mothers and their children, to protect them. Yet you failed in duty.

It had been a peaceful and cold night, fog filled the sky as crows cried and the sea wailed. You stood in the dark fog, just as you did everyday. But that day was different, that day you were taken by imperial soldiers and to Nangong Jun himself. When faced with you, he had found himself in what seemed to be love. Then since that night he had taken you as a concubine, every night with him was filled with passion even if you didn’t ask for it, the nights were always passionate.

It was no surprise you had ended up pregnant, that facade of pure love quickly crumbled between the two of you. Nangong Jun got what he wanted, he got the god of fertility himself pregnant. You could do nothing, trapped in a pavilion with no way to leave. The grounds around your pavilion were always heavily guarded, and the ground outside were covered in spikes. Since your pregnancy you had been mistreated, the one place where your child lay within your body was the main target. Even despite the fact that you never wanted this child, you found yourself doing everything to protect it.

You felt paternal? Or would it be maternal instincts. Despite your gender as a man, you found yourself feeling motherly towards the unborn child. You knew that if the child were born, it would be taken away from you. This was Nangong Jun’s revenge.