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We worship a beautiful angel…
Legato doesn’t realize he’s murmuring the words, praises falling from his lips as he kneels at Knives’ feet. He has his Master’s hand held within his own, and he presses his lips to it, murmuring against it, and kissing it again.
Knives chuckles, his rich timbre practically caressing Legato’s ears, and he feels himself blush, almost embarrassed to lose himself so easily in his Lord’s majesty.
“Legato,” the divine independent purrs, his voice surprisingly warm. “My most faithful and devoted. Oh, how you honor me.” He’s pleased, and he smiles. “No other human could be so worthy.” He leans towards the man at his feet, and takes his chin between long fingers, caressing it, looking into the man’s eyes. Even though he spends most of his time at Knives’ side, Legato is always wowed by him, his beauty, his majesty, and he blinks, tears brimming in his golden eyes as he loses himself in the depth of Knives’. Being this close, he can see the very faint glow of the markings within Knives’ eyes, his plant characteristics always the strongest reminder of his holiness over everyone else’s. Knives is an angel sent from above.
Legato shakes his head.
“No human is worthy…”
“But you are no ordinary human. Just as I am no ordinary god…” Knives leans closer still and kisses Legato’s hair, and the other lets his eyes fall close, accepting his Lord’s blessing. The tears fall from his eyes, and he feels no shame in it. Instead, he feels honored to serve Knives, blessed and privileged, and he knows he’ll be spared from the hell on earth that the rest of the human race will have to endure. He smiles too, whispering his thanks and gratitude now.
He’ll continue to serve Knives, and worship him until his dying breath.