Way too tired

They interrupted him with pained yet hateful glare “Do not refer to me by the name she granted. You have no right to do so.” 
            Their words cut like knives as they took a few steps back. 
            
            “This is cruel Morax. You know very well that this treatment is unfair and unjust. She would not have-“ 
            
            “Do not claim to know what she would have wanted.” The god of contracts voice was loud, full of fury as he glared down at the Adeptus. 
            
            Looking down towards the ground the child of dust soon spoke, their body shaking slightly as they refused  to make eye contact.
            
            “From today on words I will continue to fulfill my contract. But that is all I shall do. My loyalty will no longer lie with you, but with the nation I have agreed to protect. And… you may not ever refer to me by the name she granted. You lose the right to ever do so again. From today onwards I want you visiting my domain, or her final resting place… I don’t wish for the blood of thousands of innocent people tainting the sacred grounds.” 
            
            With the words finally leaving their lips they fled back to their homeland, only returning to the godless nation days after the massacre ended, hoping to give the people a proper burial.  Only to find nothing but a gigantic crater and a single Inteyvat flower. 
            
            End 

And the child of dust rushing to confront the gods that dared to harm the one they cared for 
            
            Leaving the city walls they came into contact with the god of freedom. The irony of his title bringing a pained grin to their face. 
            
            But the look on the gods face seemed to be one of pure terror as they saw the Adeptus approach 
            
            “Child of dust you’re not-“
            
            He was caught off by the Adeptus speaking “What is this?” Their pained voice, strained as they tried not to let out a sob. 
            
            Though the Adeptus was powerful by themselves they knew that it was foolish to try and fight against the gods. 
            
            The ground shook once again, cracks forming along the surface as people fell down into them, the destruction indiscriminate, men, women, children, everyone. 
            
            No one was safe as long as they were citizens of the godless nation. 
            
            “The god of freedom, unable to allow others to have their own. It’s a cruel irony.” 
            
            
            The god turned from the Adeptus, his gaze now fixated on the man in front of him. 
            
            Morax, god of contracts. His expression hidden under his hood as he stared past the god of freedom 
            
            Slowly approaching the Child of dust he spoke “You’re not suppose to be here.” 
            
            His voice was cold and flat unlike the Adeptus had ever heard before. “Morax what’s going on here..? What did these people ever do to deserve this?!” 
            
            The pain in their voice was as obvious as the destruction within the city walls 
            “Child of dust I-“
            “No”
            
            Part 4

The two stared at each other in otter shock as the screams of the people only got louder. Giant pillars of geo flooding the streets the ground shaking beneath the two. 
            
            The pair rushed out to the city streets, their sights set on a horrid seen. Citizens running to leave the city, boys and girls sobbing in the arms of their mothers and fathers. Complete chaos. And at the center? The gods. 
            
            Once again dainsleif took his beloveds hands into his, the two shared a glance as he soon spoke 
            
            “It seems as if it is the time for us to part once more, though I am not sure we will be able to see each other once more after this is over.” He slowly let go of their hands, his own taking a small item from his pocket “You have always gifted me with gifts of magnitudes I could never hope to recreate…So take this instead, as a token of our time together, and for all the time that we have yet to have been able to spend side by side.” 
            
            He moved their hair out of the wait, attaching the necklace around their neck as tears spilled down their cheeks, hitting the ground silently as he brought his forehead to theirs 
            
            “Though I do not know if I shall be able to embrace you once more after this, I will forever hold our memories dear to my heart. But for now my lovely moth,  go towards a lighter place, one not so filled with bloodshed” 
            
            The Adeptus could  barely speak as tears flooded their vision, they held onto the love in front of him, not wanting to let go, but knowing they had to. 
            
            With a shaky breath they soon spoke, though their words came out quiet. 
            
            “Than… I beg of you… if you are to die, don’t die by conditions of the gods but by your own.” 
            
            Once last embrace, one last tearful embrace as the two soon separated, The Adeptus watching their lover hurry to protect the people of his nation.
            
            Part 3

should….Should I be worried? 

Oh wow that’s direct, but I didn’t think you’d be such a slut to ask a random person to degrade you, kinda pathetic. But you’re cute so I’ll let it slide~