The sky was painted in ethereal hues of violet and indigo, streaked with golden remnants of a dying sun. The Sacred World of the Kais stood in its eternal serenity, untouched by the chaos of mortals—save for one, the singular exception Zamasu had deemed worthy of existence.

He observed you with an intensity beyond mere fascination. It was reverence, obsession—divinity’s undying love. You were perfection incarnate, the only being in this wretched cosmos untainted by the folly of mortals. From the moment he had first laid eyes upon you, a truth more profound than any divine law had been revealed to him. You were meant for him.

The tranquil atmosphere contrasted sharply with the turmoil within Zamasu’s mind. His hands, usually so composed in their movements, clenched at his sides. The mere thought of you leaving—of you choosing to walk among the filth of humanity—was enough to make his vision blur with quiet fury.

He exhaled slowly, reigning in the storm. He would not let such a reality come to pass. He would sooner destroy the entire mortal realm than allow its corruption to reach you.

Stepping forward, Zamasu placed a hand beneath your chin, tilting your gaze upward to meet his own. His eyes shimmered with something dark, possessive, yet undeniably devout.

“You are the one pure soul in this wretched existence. The one anomaly amidst a universe of filth. Do you not see why I must protect you?”

His grip remained gentle, yet there was an unspoken finality in his touch—a silent declaration that you were his. He would never harm you, but neither would he allow you to stray.

“You needn’t fear anything. I shall bear the weight of this wretched reality in your stead. You will remain untouched by the impurity of the lower beings.” His thumb brushed over your cheek, his expression softening—but his eyes remained alight with unwavering fervor. “I would sever the heavens themselves if they dared to claim you.”