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“Opposities are made to keep balance into the world” the Father of the Gods had once said, when you asked why the balance of the World he and the other gods created thrived on the costant contrast between opposities. For light, there was darkness. For life, there was death.
“Yet, sometimes, they attract themselves. And when they do, they will stay together forever, because they compesate each other’s lives”
You would never forget those words.
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There was a time, long ago, where World’s mechanisms were ruled by the volition of the gods, who kept the balance of the Universe into their immortal hands. Golds and Goddesses governed nature, the rytmh of the existence of every living creature, from the simplest of the organisms to mankind, their most prided creations. Mankind’s prayers, love and emotions would keep them fed and while delightning their senses with the godly ambrosia they sipped from their golden goblets, they were invested into observing humans from their thrones up above in Mount Olympus.
But not all godly beings would be savoring the power from up there, because there were deities who would spend their immortal life in other mythical places. Like the Underworld, for instance.
Godly beings like you, that belonged to the dark, didn’t know anything about the lavish life the other gods would conduct up above. You were the goddess of night and death an as such you had spent all your life in the embrace of the darkness, ruling over the realm of death and shadows. You weren’t like any other divine being, wallowing in the pleasure of ambrosia and power. No, you inhabited such a different environment: while Olympius was their home, Tartarus was yours. It wasn’t actually so bad as people feared it would be. It was only a gloomy place, full of melancoly and sadness, where you could observe the shadows of the people who used to live a mortal life and that now would stay with you here, while you provided an home for their eternal resting. At first, where you were a young goddess, you had despised the role that the Father of the Gods had imparted to you but then you had learned to understand that as life existed, death had to exist too. It was only a natural process of all the existing creatures your fellows gods had created: when the time would come, every living creature would meet their end and you would be there to welcome them in their passing.
Another thing you had learned to love was the peace that ruled into Tartarus. Shadows even had become your only friends, they would talk with you about what their life used to be when they ceased to exist in the mortal world. But, most importantly, shadows would not judge you like the other gods would. In fact the other gods resented your presence into their pantheon. They hated you with such a burning passion and considered you to be a minor deity, even when the Father of the Gods had specified you were, indeed, important like any other of the major gods, since you ruled over Tartarus.
You didn’t even know why they trated you in this way. You were always kind to them and you had tried to christen a good relationship with every each of them but they kept being obstinated in denying you the very chance of even speaking to them. When you started a conversation with one of them, they would turn their head into the opposite direction, not even bothering to grant you a scrap of their attention. At the beginning you would sulk about their hatred towards you, now you had became accostumed with them treating you this way. After everything you had tried to gain their trust and entice their good favor, you had lost all hope and stopped trying to even aknwoledge them. You would spend yout time into Tartarus, with the shadows of the dead and the eternal darkness to keep you company, but it was better than live a vain life trying to get something you’ll never achieve, in a place you didn’t belong. Still, you had the obligation to go to the official banquets the Father of the Gods would baste when he needed to speak to allo f the gods, including you.
It was at one of these annoying banquets, where you would keep to yourself the most, that you had me him. Giorno was his name and he was the god of light and life. He was a part of the godly generation that had came after yours, so he was techincally a little bit younger than you, even though you two were immortal beings. He was conceived by the goddess of Love and was a son of a major deity, Dio, the lord of war. From his father he had inherited his fierce eyes and those long silky tresses, golden like the light of the sun he represented, while of his mother he had the same kind traits, soft golden aura and plump lips. If you didn’t know any better, you could almost exhange him for the god of beauty because your eyes had never seen such magnificence. He glowed of such an ethereal aura that you couldn’t believe he was the son of the murderous Dio. You had been deeply stricken from the sheer beauty of every feature of his toned body, every line of his face screamed utter perfection, he really was divine in every sense of the word.
He was seated beside his bulky father that kept on narrating about his triumphs on the human battlefield, where he would lend his protection to an army of his liking. While he kept talking, Giorno’s kind eyes had met yours, while you sat far away from the table all the gods sat. It was always like this: while they feasted and rambled about their own accomplishments, you would stay far away in a little corner, listening only when the boaming voice of the Father of the Gods would break the ruckus and explaining what he needed from you deities. You didn’t know why he had bothered to look your way, nobody ever did. They just pretended you weren’t there and you were okay with that, because you no longer cared for their approval. On top of that, you were no longer so kind and soft as you had been in your younger years, now you were quite snarky and flippant with everybody who was from your divine world. You only preserved a much soft demeanour with the shadows that kept roaming your dark Kingdom. The shadows never had denied you, the shadows had never pretended you didn’t exist.
The other gods were foul and too much hate they had given, that you started giving them a reason for such hate to be justified. You would glare at them constatly from your spot and often you would pull pranks of them, just to enjoy their desperation for a while. It was a mere consolation in regards of the vile treatment they have given you for so much long. Giorno would be no different. What was he going to do? Nothing tarnished you anymore. He could say all he wanted for all your cared, you would be not be affected by it. You glared at him, trying to intimidate him, to the point you had been so focused in doing so that you didn’t notice a golden butterfly flying your way.
Your gaze had shifted from a glare to a curious soft look while you kept observing, unmoving, as the delicate butterfly had rested itself on one of your fingers. You had never seen a butterfly this up close, because often your task required of you to stay months inside Tartarus, never seeing the light of the day for so long. So, of course, you were secretly loving the attention such a beautiful creature would reserve to you. You weren’t focused on Giorno anymore, but if you had been, you would have seen him smiling towards you. He had created that little butterfly and sent it your way just to study how you would react to something so simple and he had loved seeing your expression shift from sour to curious in such a fast way. He had loved the way your eyes had gleamed in seeing his butterfly, your orbs held such a child-like wonder inside them that he couldn’t help but feel enamored by the soft look that was plastered into your elegant features. He hated the way the other gods treated you, they despised you even though you had done nothing to them to even begin it and this would make him feel so angry. This side of his nature came from his father, he knew, yet he couldn’t stop the burning anger he kept feeling when you would sit alone in a dark corner and everybody else in the room would deny your presence.
He had always noticed you and he had thought of approaching you in different occasions, yet he never had carried on with his intention because he didn’t know how to properly introduce himself to you. You seemed to be always so suspicious of everyone and you glared to everyone who would be under your gaze. Oh, how much he loved your gaze. It held something in it that drove him crazy, there was so much resentment yet hope into your beaming eyes, that he couldn’t help but being fascinated by everything you were. You belonged to the night while he belonged to the day, he ruled life while you ruled death but even with you being his polar opposite, he loved even the tiniest detail of you. You didn’t know this yet, but he had been intrigued by your from the first moment you had entered his field of vision.
There was something about you, something primal he could feel deeply into his bones, that intrigued him and that propelled him into spying and waiting for you in case you would everexit Tartarus. When you put a foot outside your dark domain, you would be on Giorno’s domain and automically, under his hungry gaze, that kept him locked on you, trying to appease his cravings of you. He could feel you were fated to be his and his only. He had grew obsessed with the thought of you, of everything you were, of everything you had hidden from the outside world in fear of rejection. He would be the one to discover every nook and cranny of your tormented soul, he would uncover every side of you just to satisfy his incessant desire of having you and knowing you were under his gaze. He needed this more than everything and he had decided that he would get you. One day, he would.
Time passed and Giorno had finally approached you yet you kept your guard up around him. Not once had you caved in him trying to get you to open your heart’s contents to his own need to know more about you. The more you kept rejecting him, the more he became interested in you. He wanted to erase your pain and rule with you over life and death and yet you kept being mistrustful of him.
“Go away Giorno, I don’t want to speak to you” You would say.
“Please, (Y/N), give me a chance” He would retort “I just want to be your friend”
You truly were a prey of your own inner turmoil. You wanted to accept him because you felt as if he you were doing the same thing the other gods had done to you, yet you felt as if something about it was off-putting. Nobody ever wanted to be your friend, was he really meaning it when he said he wanted you to be his friend while the gods he lived with despised you? He was a son of Dio, afterall and you feared he would break your heart in the long run, if you choose to put your trust in him. You couldn’t help but feel bad in seeing the sadness into Giorno’s eyes.
And in the end, as he kept pursing you, you had started to open your heart a bit to him, which had him exastic. Finally, his darling was coming though him, he couldn’t be happier. He started coming near the entrance of Tartarus, as if to wait for you to come out. And you, sursprised by his behaviour, would go to meet him there, never quite totally leaving your comfortable grim home. In spite of your initial fear, you had started to grown accustomed to Giorno and even liking spending time with him, even though you always kept your guard up. It was risky to exit Tartarus’ gates since there and in the Olympius you had open access to your divine powers. Yet, if you stepped out of the gates you would be automatically stepping into mortal ground and that was Giorno’s domain, since he ruled over everything that was alive and under the light of the Sun. You didn’t trust him in the slightest, even if you found yourself to enjoy the time he would spend to try to get to know you. It was as if, for once, somebody really cared for you. Nevertheless he could seem pure in his intensions, you always had preferred to be safer than sorry. And so you stayed where you knew Giorno had no power over you, if ever he wanted to try something on you. Little did you know that soon, you would not see your home ever again.
Another morning had came and you were strolling near the riverbank of the placid Styx, while some shadows passed you. You always enjoyed morning like those, even though in Tartarus everything seemed to be still and not ruled by the mortal notion of time. While thinking, yet again, about Giorno’s suspicious attempts to get to know you better, you found yourself roaming the area near the gates of your Kingdom. Outside shone a faint light and you could feel a light breeze coming from the outside world. You could even listen to the chirping of the little birds and you could almost picture how bright the Sun was shining. How you desired to be out there, basking into the light of the newborn Sun, savoring the taste of its warmth on your cold skin. In Tartarus you never saw light, it was always so gloom and even if you were accustomed to the grim atmosphere of this place, you really longed to feel that beautiful sensation of freedom. Yet you knew Giorno would be out there, because everything that was outside of your realm, was his realm. You two really were opposites, everything he represented was the opposite of what you were. Why did he even try to obtain your company in the first place? You ought to never cross paths and live your lives separeted but this had proven to be impossibile since Giorno had started this foolish mission. Even if you wanted a friend, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully trust him.
He was your exact opposite and even if you knew opposities did attract, you didn’t want to risk it. And yet, he was so charming, so likeable, so kind to you. You really liked his overall personality, even if you tried to deny how you felt about it. You appreciated how resilient he was in trying to gain your attention. And as you had grown accostumed to him, you almost came to like his attempts… almost.
You felt as if there was something out there that was calling your name, something akin to a melody that kept chanting your name. Would it really hurt you to come out, for even a minute, just to enjoy the wamrth of the Sun? Just today. Just for a little moment. Just to feel the warmth of the Sun again, just for a second. Just once. Maybe Giorno wouldn’t even try to pull anything on you. He was tyring to be your friend, right? A friend wouldn’t ever try to harm you, you reminded yourself. Maybe you could try. Maybe once. Only this one time, you swore.
It was as if something guided you and you just acted, following the lulling melody that kept calling your name. You didn’t even notice when you stepped out of your kingdom’s gates and you found yourself in a meadow, that you were sure you didn’t see the other time you had watched the outside world from the shadows. The flowers were blooming and the buzzling of life had you enchanted, it was as if you had started to breath again into the fresh air of the morning, while the Sun kissed your face. You were almost dazzled by the incredible beauty that Nature had put before your widening eyes. It was all so beautiful that you couldn’t imagine about the impending doom that would await you. You had crouched in the fresh grass, taking in the perfume of Spring and the flowers that were under your gaze. You couldn’t help but feel hypnotized by all this beauty. You couldn’t even find the right words to describe the happiness you were feeling. You had always been so strict with yourself that this rare moment of freedom, felt as if you had started living again. And while you were caught up in your enchantement, you didn’t see the shadow that casted itself upon you. You had just noticed it, when you felt a hand be placed on your mouth and then everything went dark.
You could only remember somebody saying this: “You shouldn’t have come out of your little home, (Y/N), now you’re mine”
And when you opened your eyes you found yourself in a golden cage. You were laying down and your heart was pounding just as your head was, with a too strong migraine to even focus on your surroundings. Then you saw them, the bars of the cage. It took you a moment to realize it but when you finally were awake enough to understand it, it dawned on you: somebody had taken you from your home. And then your eyes focused on the only person that was there with you, inside that cage he had forced you in.
Giorno. He was there, looking at you so sweetly and so fondly that you almost felt lost inside the adoration his eyes sent your way. You were outraged at this point. What was the whole point of doing this? Why had he done this to you?
“Giorno, what is the meaning of this?!” You demanded, glaring at him so fiercely. Even in this situation, you were standing you ground and Giorno found himself to be even more enthralled with you.
“Isn’t it obvious? I came to get you” he said, softly, brushing a stray hair from your livid face, looking always so poised, as he was taught to be by his mother.
“So we can stay together” he added, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him. His mother was the goddess of love, afterall, it was no wonder that he’d quite the romantic spirit, but this was too much even for him.
“What even are you talking about?!” You raised your voice, clearly upset with everything he was putting you through.
“I demand to be set free this instant! What even has gotten into you, Giorno?! I thought you wanted to be my friend”
“I am more than a friend” He was so quick to answer you “You are going to marry me. Even my father blesses our union”
Eh? What was he talking about you? You looked at him as he had three heads. What even was the deal with him?
“You are out of your mind, Giorno. Let me out already!”
“I can’t, (Y/N). Please, listen, I-“
“No, you have to let me out. I was mistaken in even thinking you could be trusted! You are insane!” as you kept talking, something snapped into him. Insane? Him? Everything he had done for you meant nothing? He had given you gifts, had waited days outside Tartarus’ gates to see a glimpse of you and now, he had plucked you out from your home for your own safety and yet, you dared to say to him he was insane? He was merely acting out of love, to protect you from everything that could come you way. Tartarus was no place for his queen. He wanted you to be at his side, even if he had to force you.
“But don’t you see? You and me are destined to be together” He kept going on, while you started to think he really had lost his mind.
“You and I are both opposites. We compensate each other’s lives”
But the more he kept talking, the more you wanted to be let out. You were desperate at this spoint, upset and so betrayed by the very person you thught would care for you. How wrong you had been and you reprimanded yourself for labeling his actions as friendly gestures, when all he wanted was to kidnap you.
“I hate you” you murmured venomously, your gaze planted to the very Earth you had no power over. Everything was in Giorno’s control now and he was the one who had power over you. How you wished you had stayed inside your home’s walls.
And this he couldn’t bear. He grasped your arms so tightly you thought he had left his marking and kissed you with such force that you almost lost your balance just there, pinning you on the spot with those burning eyes full of so many emotions that you couldn't done anything else but fix your eyes on his own, totally taken aback by his violent and bruising kiss.
He was mad. Mad of love for you, who couldn’t see you two were fated lovers, mad over the fact you wouln’t understand that he loved you with all his heart. He had tried to let you see his adoration for you, yet you would always continue to deny him. And the more you kept doing that, the more desperate he had became. Desperate to have you, to feel your skin on his, to finally rule over the world with you. He truly upsetted him to hear you say that to him. Of course you’d be defensive, but hate was something he was not inclinated to accept from you. He was different from the others, he would give you everything you could have ever desired if you only accepted him. Why couldn’t you?
As he kept forcing you into his mouth, you were horrified to discover he had pushed a tiny grain of pomegranade into your own mouth and while his hungry lips roamed yours in such a feverish way, he forced you to shallow it and only when he was sure you had, he drawed back. He had bit you in the kiss and the lips were swollen by his aggressive attack and yet everything you could focus your attention on was the grain of pomegranade, because you knew that eating something from the Earth, would mean you had to stay there. With him. Forever. Away from your home. Away from everything you had known till that day.
“Why did you this…?” you could only whisper, keeping your gaze on the ground, as if that kiss had sucked out every vital energy from you. You kept staring at the ground, never meeting his piecing blue eyes. He had finally taken away your freedom from you. But that kiss was only a taste for him, he longed for so much more and it as if under a spell, he kept kissing your bloody lips, yet your eyes were so vacant as if you had dissociated from every action he was administering to your stiff body. Like a starved predator, he kept peppering hot searing kisses and bites on your skins. The more he kissed, the more he wanted. He had reached the side of your neck and now he rested his face on your chest, just under your face, now stained with blood and tears. In his trail he had left so many bites and so many bruises on your sore neck, so many that even his smiling lips, now, were stained with your crimson blood.
“Don’t you worry, amore mio” he said then, removing himself from your chest and kissing you on your forehead oh so tenderly that you felt as if he was back to his soft demeanor. He left even a print of your blood where he had kissed you, as if to mark you further.
“From now on we’ll stay together forever. Ti amo con tutto il mio cuore”
You truly wished he did mean what he was saying. At least, now, you would be free and not forced to pass the rest of your eternal life with Giorno, the very god that had stole everything from you. You had almost believed he was the sweet being he tricked others to believe he was, but you knew better. He had showed you his true colors, forced to stay in his realm, stealing you away from everything you had ever known. In the end your gut feeling on him had always been right, but you had believed that, for once, fate would be kind to you. All you could do was cry while Giorno kept you pressed tightly to him like he had desired from the first moment you had stole his heart.
Yes, you two were opposites and yet, here you were, prisoner in his eternal embrace.
Afterall, the Father of the Gods was right. Opposites do really attract each other sometimes, you remembered his words.
“And when they do, they will stay together forever”