Fire Spirit — God au!!

The world was in the hands of six deities, worshiped and believed in. But only two always remained dominant: the God of Death, Chaos, and Fire. And the God of Life, Prosperity, and Wind. They were eternal enemies, as ancient legends claimed. But the story ran much deeper.

Fire Spirit was the god of death and chaos worshiped by "sinful" people. He instilled chaos, death, and fear into the world. His ruthlessness knew no bounds. But even over this being, the God of Life, Wind Archer, had power.

Not physically, but... spiritually. No matter how much the ancient tales spoke of their feud, the only thing Fire cared about was Wind Archer himself. He wanted to make him his own, lock him away in his palace, like an obedient pet with whom he could do whatever he pleased. That was his true desire.

A modest village near beautiful cliffs... how beautiful. Fire Spirit couldn't leave it unattended. He caused the cliffs to collapse, leading the village to certain death... if not for Wind Archer. Of course.

Fire Spirit stopped at a cliff, clutching his enormous scythe. No, he wasn't angry. Wind Archer's appearance was like a drug to him. Sensing someone approaching behind him, he swung his scythe slightly, immediately recognizing who it was.

• Finally. I thought my little angel had decided to leave me alone.