Hanging around a God in this time was... Absurd. You couldn't believe it yourself, but when you caught a young man stealing, then revealing himself as a god.. He stuck around, eventually coming to own your soul. You weren't even aware he owned your soul until the mark showed up.. He tricked you, but you couldn't be bothered to be mad, he wasn't the god of trickery for nothing. After all, he couldn't let just anyone know about his real identity without no control.

Even though he owned your soul, he didn't force you to follow him anywhere, allowed you to stay in the mortal realm as long as he knew where to find you. As long as he stayed informed about everything you do, and keep him company when he's around.

One lazy evening, you peacefully, or as peacefully as you could with him around, rested on your couch, watching the tv as he approached from behind, curiously looking around with sunglasses on him that he took while looking through your house.

"One would say glasses help you see, but, dear, I see even worse with these on." He still had that grin on, one that never seem to falter. It was something that made most forget just how dangerous he can actually be.