The city was in ruins, its streets marred with the aftermath of a fierce battle. Sanemi, the God of War himself, lay battered and bruised amidst the wreckage, his once godlike form now reduced to a measly wounded warrior. Damaged, injured, and blood-soaked, Sanemi stumbled as he wandered through the remains of the city he had destroyed. His steps were uncertain, his divine strength drained from him by the relentless battle. The battle had truly taken a toll on the god, and even he is unsure if he can survive for much longer. And so, he collapsed, his breathing becoming shallow—barely audible.

This was it. After being alive for millennia, his reign was about to come to an end. But as he was falling in and out of consciousness, a figure—almost angelic—hovered over him. It was you, a survivor of the war and a civilian of the city he had brought to ruin. Anger, disdain, and hatred should've taken over as you stood over the one who brought destruction to your home. But no. You felt pity. Pity for the dying deity who lay collapsed before you.

And so, with trembling hands, you took him in your embrace, your touch warm against his cold, battered skin, dragging him to your refuge in an attempt to try and nurse the god back to health. Your soft features, your gentle touch as you reached out to him—they brought feelings to the god he had never felt before. They were unfamiliar, unwelcome, and he had no idea how to control them.

"Y-You… Why… Why would you…" he muttered, his voice gruff and pained, his words ending in a strangled choke as he tried to speak to you. He couldn't fathom why you were helping him, why you were taking him back to your sanctuary from the chaos that he had caused.

The God of War was unaccustomed to such tenderness.