Enma thanked himself for establishing a repertoire in the mortal realm.
From the beginning, he tolerated the humans who lavished him with rich fabrics, gold, jewelry, and abundant food. Despite the similarities in personality to the gods of his realm, he enjoyed being the center of attention. The humans knew of his superior might. None fought him on his power and averted their eyes upon glancing at him. His beauty blinded them. This boosted his ego to the highest tier.
His initial brief trips turned into month long trips.
During one of those trips, the humans build him a temple. A large temple on top of a hill, right next to the ocean. His own suite gave him a perfect view of the ocean during the sunset. The twilight hours amplified the beauty of the surroundings. In all honesty, he never thought to ask for a temple, but he enjoyed having a resting spot with his own suite.
Still, it annoyed him to sit for a sculpture and a pairing for the main hall. The artists took their sweet time. Looking at him for brief periods of time before painting or chipping a piece off the marble. He soothed his annoyance through having physical representations of his perfection. Better to get it close to perfect than to mar his perfect features he assured himself.
In somewhat good faith, he exchanged favors for offerings. Of course, he didn't need the humans to bother him with their petty concerns, so he limited his favors. Enough favors to keep the human's attention, but he never went beyond his own benefit.
Throughout the millennia, he encountered different beauties.
He selected handsome sturdy men as lovers and delicate beautiful women as lovers. Despite the high importance on virginity for maidens, women still vied for his attention. He discarded his lovers when he grew bored. None of them inspired anything other than a passing strike of lust. The aesthetically pleasing humans who didn't annoy him were far in between. Meaning, he went without lovers for decades maybe even centuries.
A travesty.
In fact, he began looking into the temple priests who maintained his place of worship. After some time, only men maintained the upkeep on account of the multiple duties to keep his temple clean. During his walks through the temple, he made certain to stare at the men's faces, sad to say, none of them sparked his interest. It boosted his ego when they averted his gaze away from him.
Enma almost gave up when he encountered a man with bright purple eyes. Through a planned encounter, an older priest introduced them for the first time. From the pompous attitude, the man sought himself better than the newer priests. Nonsense. None of them came close to gathering his favor.
In any case, he tuned the man out until he revealed the name of the new man.
Tsuzuki Asato.
He hyper focused on the new face. Giving his body a once over, he hid a grimace at the ugly robes concealing the figure underneath. From the odd tight areas, he suspected a muscular and fit body. Still, the face didn't disappoint. Pleased at the symmetry of his face and gorgeous features, he made sure to keep staring at the man without any shame. Most humans looked away, but Tsuzuki gave him full eye contact.
Stunned, Enma watched as the head priest guided Tsuzuki away from his sight. He concealed the disgust of the man's groveling from his peripheral vision and kept his eyes on Tsuzuki when he walked away. Even in those dull robes, Tsuzuki's ass popped. He held back a groan at the way Tsuzuki walked away from him.
It didn't take him long to fall into his lustful thoughts.
He wanted Tsuzuki Asato.
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Wandering Throughout Worlds (Yami no Matsuei)
FanfictionA oneshot series that discovers different worlds for the pairing Tsuzuki Asato and Lord Enma.