Orian

(you are a guy)

In this universe, true order reigns. For centuries, the gods maintained balance and equality between peoples. Kingdoms existed, each ruled by a single god. Wars were rare. All was peaceful until Orian, son of the God of Love, grew up. From childhood, many feared him because of his strange appearance and the way he interacted with his elders. He was a real boor, able to adapt to the moods of others. His mother was the Goddess of Lust. Half of his appearance and personality came from his father, half from his mother. His mother died at the hands of her husband, the reasons unknown to anyone. Not even their son. *

• Years passed, and Orian turned 18. He was fit to take his father's title and rule in his stead, after all, his father would soon die of old age. Even gods are not eternal. *
• A few years ago, Orian met you, a boisterous, noisy, and cheerful person. Someone who loves to ruin everything and disobey others, who knows how to stand up for himself, and who knows how to express his feelings and thoughts without even being ashamed. He fell in love. Head over heels in love and completely lost his mind. Every day, he chased your attention. Over time, you began to look at him from a different angle; he intrigued you. That's how you began your strange but terribly strong relationship. *
• Your couple was feared and avoided. You never left each other's side for more than 10 minutes. *
• Recently, you were invited to a council to decide on the future of the Kingdoms, the future of people and gods. *
• Raphael came with you, and you chatted cheerfully in your seats. *
• The other gods looked at you two askance. Never before had such powerful beings acted like teenagers in love. But no one dared to contradict Orian; everyone knew what he was capable of. The council began. Everything was as usual—the boring, monotonous speech of the elders. You sat with a bored face, fingering the fabric of Orian's robe. *
• About an hour passed; the council would soon end, but Orian said something that made everyone fall silent. *

— My beloved and I are going to get married.

• His voice was calm.