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Kishiar remembers the day he saw him for the first time like it was yesterday.
Short black hair, wet with sweat, swayed everytime he moved. Clear obsidian eyes filled with youth and vigour that shined gold under the sun's harsh light. His white shirt, wetted by sweat, clung to his body, enhancing his body shape. The man who kept swinging his axe despite being subjected to the cruel sunlight for hours on end piqued Kishiar's interest at first sight.
In his thousand years of life, Kishiar had come across people of different races, groups, and countries. To him, they were all the same, lives meant to be claimed when their time ran out. Humans, mortals, were not with unlimited time. No matter how much wealth they acquired or lost, how many lives they saved or caused to be doomed, it didn't do a thing to reduce or extend their lifespan.
Even the longest of lives lived were incomparable to the ages of gods. Beings that have existed before time, with time and after time. Kishiar, being death itself, ruling over the nether world for aeons after aeons, was never amused by mortals. Their discoveries did not interest him. Their wars did not intrigue him. However that single man, whose name he learned much later, aroused his interest in a way no other had ever.
The bewitching gaze that seemed to have the ability to cut through the toughest of trees, or even the strongest of armours, was always filled with sharpness too mature for his age. Most humans would think his dark expression made him look like the grim reaper. However, the grim reaper thought that there could be no other person more worthy of ‘life’. A being that should have been divine; Boasting ironlike strength and a celestial beauty.
A strange sensation bubbled inside of Kishiar when he watched Yuder fight against monsters, created by another fellow god of his. In his movements, there was no grace that cultivators from the east boasted about, nor was there any technique used by swordsmen. Even so, in Kishiar's eyes, each swing, each twist and each hit of Yuder was a sight to behold. Even as murky blood splattered on clothes he wore, Yuder didn't bat an eye and kept cutting down the neverending stream of monsters.
The small flickering flames of interest had turned into a wildfire with an ease that almost scared him. And like an utter fool, Kishiar let it consume his entire being.
He was an ordinary person, So ordinary that someone like Kishiar was unlikely to even remember seeing him. Yet the ordinary human had, the god wrapped around his finger in no time, and he didn't even know about it.
The day Kishiar realised his infatuation towards the human male, a dark, sickening voice asked him, urging him relentlessly; end that young man's life. Bring death to him and bring him to your side.
With just a flicker of his finger, he would no longer be watching Yuder while hidden beneath his thick robes or while hiding in the trees. He could have the young man stand by his side. Forever and even beyond that. Adorn him will all sorts of jewels and titles befitting someone like him.
But could he do that?
At that dark voice, Kishiar laughed. The young man, whose eyes glowed golden and skin glistening with sweat everyday was alive. He was meant to be alive. In Kishiar's eyes, Yuder was born to be under light.
Chest heaving with air, heart pumping blood, a flush on the back of his neck caused by continuous labour. A being close to divine under the sun's cruel ray. That man who shined the brightest when surrounded by light, should never be by Kishiar's side, by death's side.
The gloomy and lifeless underworld, plagued by sinful cries of those wretched by their own worldly decisions. The place farthest from the sun Yuder thrives under.
No gold or platinum, no rubies or diamonds could compensate for taking such a thing from Yuder. So that's why, the man who should have died at twenty lived far beyond that.
Bending worldly rules was something a god shouldn't do. Breaking harmony and directly bringing changes to the mortal realm, even if it's for just one life. However if it means to see blood flow through Yuder's veins for one more day, Kishiar will gladly do it until the day of the heavens are finally fed up with his antics.