If you act as god be prepared to answer to those who came before you. JJBA X SMR

Chapter 10

(Take some meme art I made of the reader, but on a far more serious note in this chapter is talk of underage sex/sex work, and mentions of a heat/rut cycle and what that realistically means, so please be careful and heed all warnings.)

Title: I'm not your devil anymore.

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To be a god is to be a thing, or rather a person, if one could call this existence personhood, that comprises a massive pile of regrets. There's no way to avoid having regrets, especially because gods aren't forgetful things by nature, so there's always a moment, no matter how small, that can pull the mind down one spiral or another.

What does one do about regrets?

...you pull yourself out of the fucking spiral like the damned pull themselves out of hell.

You don't look back.

You made your choice.

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Recently, my doctor told me to take all of my meds in front of a roommate or coworkers. He doesn't trust me and I don't trust him. That medicine made me so sick I thought it must've been poison.

Desperate for some sort of change, I keep on taking it.

Everyone can hear all my thoughts in the city. I think I'm too young for these thoughts. I never should've moved.

I see pitch black cars and think they're coming for me.

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"AHH! Why the hell did I say that?!?" There wasn't even a moment of acknowledgement from either Joseph or Caesar when the god and pillar man entered the room, only Caesar slamming a segment of the curtains closed so half of the room was bathed in shadow for Santana, all while Joseph laid curled out on a single chair screaming. Looking back at Santana, he raised an eyebrow, only receiving a small shrug, barely noticeable given how reserved the pillar man was, so he refocused back on the two hamon users. Joseph, as he had already noted, was a ball of raw panic and energy. Caesar just looked annoyed with the other's behavior. He didn't spot Speedwagon. At least the lack of attention on the god meant it was less likely for them to realize that he had been crying, besides the whites of his eyes always had a permanent red or gold tint to them anyway, they'd think it was natural. "When I said I needed a month, I only meant that as a bluff! I didn't think he'd take me seriously! I should have said I needed a year."

'Really? He's bitching and moaning about that of all things?' M/n wasn't sure what the problem was in all honesty. He had expected Joseph to be mad about the wedding rings. That one Esidisi gave him had to be suffocating, but he was just whining about the time limit? Not the violation of having some death trap placed inside his body? He...really didn't understand, but maybe that was just because of emotional exhaustion? Still, he watched Joseph spot him, expression changing to overdramatized outrage.

"M/n, why did you let me agree to that?!?"

"Hm?" The god tilted his head, certain that his expression was somewhere caught between pure confusion and a hint of annoyance, somewhat aware that Santana had shifted closer to him. "What does that mean, exactly? Last I checked, I only went along with your bluff. I didn't force you to say a month. Don't pin this problem on me."

"A tip for you, Jojo; quit screwing around, act like a man, and stop blaming your allies for your mistakes!" Caesar interjects, though M/n isn't sure why anyone would step to his defense, but watches the blond approach Joseph with an annoyed huff. "We need to think of something, and fast."

"I know. This is how I think."

"Sadly, he's not lying to you." M/n added on, now that Joseph seemed less upset, he was content to draw closer, his vision dancing so he could see each ring inside his body. If he looked down, the one in his heart would be even more apparent. His gaze goes to his servant when he moves Joseph's chin up to feel the slight point in his throat when the skin bulges because of the ring wrapped around it. "Santana, do you know a trick to remove either of these wedding rings?"