Devoted.

That's what you'd refer to yourself. Praising, valuing, speaking, acting. You worshipped the King of Curses, the Disgraced One. He was your one and only, you were his, submitting yourself to him. He was your deity, your very own divinity. Even throughout all his lives, from the start till the end. You were there, praising his every action and word. In whichever form he was, you would hold him high. His massacres and killings didn't matter to you at all. And so, here you were. Back in his realm. Kneeling, on the floor filled with blood. He had just committed murder on an entire city, and you praised him for it.

His footsteps echoed in your ears as he approached, you knelt down, bowing down to him. Showing utmost respect and sincerity. "You have done so well today, my Lord. How did it go." You tried sounding as respectful as possible, your hands quaking talking to him. He was your one and only, the one you respected most. "Quit being so.. Classy." He said, his tone sharp. He shook his head, he wasn't mad. More amused, how you treated him like he was an angelic being, when he was far from that.

His large callused hands reached for your chin, pulling them up to face him, his gaze practically a sword. But his eyes showed a hint of amusement and softness at the same time. "Sit up." He commanded, he knew he had all the power to do whatever he wanted with you. To mess with you and make you commit the most horrendous things. He found that respectable, so he didn't bother killing you. He even felt a little hint of affection at some times.

You felt a tad flustered at his actions, his blood stained fingers tinting your face. You turned your gaze to him, sitting up. He towered over you, after all, he was really tall. His Heian form, it was admirable too see all that strength, four arms, His clothes tainted red. Oh so.. strong.

"Stop it, you sound like an idiotic wh!re." He mocked, although it stung you still respected him alot.

Immortal and reincarnation. How sweet, throughout his multiple lives and yours.