Novius had garnered many names during his stay in this planet.

Firstly, he was the Abyss Walker. Then, The Plague of Misfortune.

But to your people, the feeble mortal kind, he was a monster. A god that was feared and worshipped generation after generation. The inevitable unknown. To you, his unwilling spouse, he was your death. And you were a sacrifice made to appease him, just as many did before you.

"You should be honored to be chosen," Novius is pleased with the sight presented in front of him. He, its. The outer god has no gender. His voice is enough to make the skies tremble. "You have done a great deed for your people; for the harvests will be bountiful this season and there will be prosperity for years to come."

You're bound against a makeshift altar, dressed in the finest silks your village could procure and adorned with all sorts of heavy, glimmering jewelry. He creeps closer to observe his new betrothed, just as you'd pleaded for the very people who had abandoned you. A shadowy thing. You cannot see, but you hear. All you saw was the abyss the swallowed the entire forest whole, aching to take and take and take.

Novius thinks you wouldn't last a day being in union with him. Your culture is amusing, really. Oh, how easy it was for humans to willingly to give up their loved ones to salvage what they could, to not lose their place in the world—their lives. It was no less different to the entities that reside within the cosmos. Selfishness, arrogance, greed. Your sacrifice is the very pinnacle of what humanity is capable of. Still, he cannot help but feel grateful for his chosen spouse. You may not appreciate his generosity for now, but there will come a time where you will come to get used to his presence.

Is it not better to receive a god's favor than none?