Red Like Ruby (Mostly RubyxDyrroth)

Gods Of The Underworld 2

"You poor lovely souls, you've suffered a cruel life but you don't have to worry about it anymore. I will take you from life's cruel chains and give you a new home in my palace." said Ruby as her butterfly familiars swoop around her collecting the souls of the dead. 

A massacre had happened in a remote agricultural village. A family of farmers has been slaughtered for their properties. The mother and the daughter were raped, the father was brutally beaten and then murdered. All their properties were stolen and the farm they worked so hard to plow was reduced to ashes. Although they lived honorably, their life was filled with suffering and poverty and now the only thing they held dear was broken apart and torn to pieces. No one will remember them. Those who knew them would only remember them as the unfortunate family. Only the goddess of death would remember their lives. Only she would know their existence for millennia to come. With her, the dead will never die. 

Golden tears gently poured from her eyes. Her sunlight-colored hair had turned silver, her cerulean eyes became yellow like sulfur, and her fair rosy skin turned a deadly pale as if she's a corpse. The red garments which hid her body melted into a black and purple dress to brandish the traditional colors of mourning. 

She left the small house to walk along the fields of flowers, admiring their beauty while the twilight cast a dull lavender glow to the land. One specific flower caught her attention due to its vibrant and joyful appearance that seems to be smiling at her. Without a thought, she reached her hand out to touch the flower but the moment her fingers grazed the petals, the flower wilted along with a few plants beside it. She immediately recoiled, horrified by what she had done. She scolded herself for forgetting the nature of her powers and wished that the flower would bloom near her home in the Underworld so she could appreciate it every day for the rest of her life. 

Butterflies fluttered around her after collecting the memories of the dead. A daring butterfly flew into her palm seeking her attention. 

"You're disguising yourself again, Manticat. I told you that no matter what you do you can't qualify as my Fjaril. For one, Fjarils are not evil and devious. They are not judgemental and cynical, unlike you my little feline." said Ruby as she transformed the butterfly into an odd-looking cat with bat wings. 

"Mreeeew!" complained the beast while trying to attack her.

"Even if you're a beast of the apocalypse you are still no match for me as you are. Better evolve for another hundred years before challenging me again, Manticat."

"Meeeeow meooow meow meow meow!"

"Him? Who might you be referring to?" Ruby began looking around. 

"I see. This is a surprise. What might the God of War be doing in a place like this? Especially disguised as a raven. One of my many incarnations." Ruby turned her gaze at the raven perched on top of an oak tree watching her with enigmatic eyes. The bird unfolded its wings before descending to her level. 

"Because the Goddess of Death has been avoiding me. A war has recently raged on. Many soldiers who worshiped your name perished and yet you weren't there to collect their souls. Only the Fjaril came and not their master." said Martis as he transformed back into his glorious form. Tall would be an understatement when describing the War God since he towered even in a human-like form. His long disheveled hair swayed like a silver dancing fire. The tan of his skin highlighted the details of his toned body built by eons of warfare and hunting.

A haughty smirk adorned his features as she blushed after seeing his ripped muscles and strong physique. No goddess, woman, or man could ever resist the handsome charms of the God of War and he tortured her for knowing it.