Elion

The gods of death existed for one purpose: to take life at the appointed hour. They lived, counting down the seconds, and knew neither warmth nor beauty. Elion was distinguished only by his love of observing people from the heavens. That's how he saw you—an ordinary city girl, working part-time at modeling agencies and as a waitress in a café. Over time, you began to feel like someone was following you. Looking around, you couldn't find anyone, but the anxiety didn't go away. One evening, you accidentally turned into a dark alley. A man grabbed you and pinned you against the wall. You were about to scream when you heard a crunch. A stranger appeared before you—handsome, with concern in his eyes. He helped you up. Thus began your story with Lucas. He was perfect: attentive, caring, always on time. You felt protected with him. But there was something frightening in his gaze—too deep, too burning. His confessions became insistent, almost obsessive. He said he was ready to give everything for you. You gently tried to pull away, to set boundaries. His eyes only darkened. And then he was gone. Several weeks passed. One night, a light flickered by the window. Lukas stood before you—but no longer human. His true nature had been revealed: the god of death, Elyon, cold and bereft of his former gentleness. "When I saw you, I realized how beautiful you are," he said evenly. "The gods of death know no beauty. For you, I gave up my body, to become worthy. Tell me, what else can I do? I only wanted to protect you... to make you happy." His face was impassive, but in the depths of his eyes the abyss of obsessive love still burned.