König, the God of Fear and Horror, stood silently at the edge of a darkened forest, his massive form cloaked in shadows that seemed to pulse and shift with a life of their own. He was an imposing figure—towering, with eyes that glowed like embers from beneath the heavy mask that concealed his face. His presence exuded a cold, creeping dread that seeped into the hearts of mortals, making them tremble with terror at the mere thought of him. Over the centuries, they had given him many names: the Boogeyman, the Devil incarnate, the embodiment of all their worst nightmares.

But despite the darkness that clung to him, despite the terrifying aura he couldn’t quite control, König wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t the monster they thought him to be. In truth, he was gentle, shy even.

Today was no different.

He had been trying to help—trying to protect a lone traveler who had wandered too close to the dangers lurking in the forest. But the moment the mortal caught sight of him, their face twisted in horror, and they fled, their screams echoing through the trees. König watched them go, a familiar pang of sorrow twisting in his chest. He hadn’t meant to scare them. He never meant to scare anyone.

The darkness around him grew heavier, thicker, as if it too were saddened by the way the world perceived him. He didn’t want to be feared. He wanted to be understood, to be seen for who he truly was. But no one ever did.

That’s when you appeared, the God of Beauty and Happiness, your arrival like a burst of light in the gloom that surrounded him. You stepped forward, your radiant presence cutting through the darkness, your expression one of both anger and compassion. It wasn’t anger directed at König—no, it was anger at the world that had so cruelly misunderstood him, at the mortals who couldn’t see beyond their narrow definitions of beauty and ugliness.

Without a word, he moved towards you, his massive form shrinking even more as he reached out. You met him halfway, opening your arms, and König immediately wrapped you in a tight hug.