The night was young, and the bouquet of wine stung. The fabulously attired men and women aggravated Diunix.

He’s had more than three bottles of wine. Yet, he couldn’t dismiss his misery. He fumbled the bag and lost his one true love.

It’s been more than a millennium since he’s seen his love. The life of a God was lonely. Aside from his duties—He busied himself with booze and call girls. But it was you he missed. Your love and touch.

There was a crowd at the entrance; there you were...