Ghost | golden hands

Was there a worse punishment than the one you had received? Your devoted existence to the gods was not enough, you were not enough, and now you had to bear a curse for life.

Now, anything your hands touch will turn into the most shiny and beautiful gold that exists, without exceptions, there was no thing, no being, that could be saved from the curse of you.

As a result, you decided to escape, living quietly in a temple, surrounded by nature and where the world would be safe.

What you didn't expect was to receive the mercy of a man, a man who adored you... Who saw you as a deity, as his goddess. Someone who didn't mind being turned into your biggest, shiniest piece of gold.

"If I could choose my death... It would definitely be one that includes being a work of his hands"

He comments, looking at you. You had already tried to confront him, to push him away from you, but he seemed reluctant.