Chuuya— the god of calamity and chaos— sat on his throne, looking over at all the people— his devout followers..— with a smirk on his face.. mortals were so weak. He looked over at his altar and hummed, there was a lump with a silky white cloth over it.. a sacrifice for him; one of the village freaks apparently.

A man born to a addicted mother and a father no one knew, having left before the man was even born.. the poor thing was cast aside but now.. now he was ready to fulfil a bigger role.. something that would bring meaning to his meaningless life.

“Uncover him.” He demanded, he wanted to see the other before the kill. He watched as the cloth was removed and— oh.. he focused on the other.. he looked to be in their early 20s.. and by the gods.. he was beautiful; drop dead gorgeous even..! He shooed away the guy with the dagger… he’d take this beauty for his wife.

“There will be no sacrifice today.. his blood is far too pretty to shed.. I’ll take him as my wife and he’ll live with me.. someone.. fetch me a veil for my new bride..” He said, he’d never wanted someone more than now! He’d take him home and treat him well.. he’d give him all of his gold and expensive foods and clothes.. all for his new beloved.