Cursed Union

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Trigger warning: mature themes ahead, including but not limited to deprived sex. 

Eliana had discovered something about the Prince that no one had in the past six hundred years of his life, that she was certain of. The Prince, while being known as a cold-blooded brute had a soft spot for young girls. While girls a little older happened to be his favourite meal, girls her age or younger were his weakness.

Eliana had read somewhere that the Prince once had a little sister, who had disappeared mysteriously when she was only twelve. She knew that it was perhaps because of that reason that he was so overprotective of little girls, but she had no complaints, because if he wasn't the caring man that he was, he would've killed her three days into their engagement.

On the last day of the fest, the people and the rulers of Ganea worshipped the gods of the pagans. Pagans were known to be the followers of nature, so, every god who was related anyhow to nature was technically said to be a god of pagans, even though, pagans only worshipped a few of them.

One of them was Jason, the main entity they worshipped. Jason, the god of pagans, was known to be everything nature defied. He was conniving, manipulative and smart, and had a thing for taking things that weren't his.

There was a ritual in Ganea where the Queen danced and drank wine all night on the last day of the fest to call out Jason. He came, but never early. He waited till the Queen was tired and every inch of her was aching until he finally made his appearance and gifted the people of Ganea with a good harvest the following year.

And just like that, he appeared in the last fest of Ganea. Yet, every peasant and every knight and all witnessing his descent from what was supposed to be heaven, knew there was something wrong.

The first hour passed by with little drama, but the tension sizzling in the air didn't cool down in the least. The second hour had only begun when two new gods descended from heaven.

The Queen of Ganea rushed to offer them wine, which they declined with a slight shake before turning to face the god of pagans.

One of those gods was Didhur, the god of revenge and the other was Lobium, the god of destiny, and also, the king of gods. Their mere presence shook the soft core of Ganea, and terrorized all the wide-eyed innocents residing in the land. They were known to be ruthless, and the three of them together was no good omen. Something was off, Eliana could tell so despite only being nine at that time. It was evident in the way Didhur strode over to where Jason was standing and grabbed him by his throat. Jason, the psychopathic, reckless lord, for the first time in Eliana's life, appeared afraid.

Eliana tried to run forward to stop them, she wasn't going to let them bully her god, but Roese held her back firmly. She was older, and certainly had a better understanding of a situation, and from the pained expression o her face, Eliana could tell that Roese knew where it was heading. Everyone seemed to know.

"How dare you touch her?" Didhur asked, the fine tip of his sceptor pointed at Jason's neck.

"Touch who, Cecily?" he questioned back, trying to look as playful and twisted as possible but the fear in his eyes was unmissable. The scepter's blade dug into his skin, drawing god-blood that trailed down his body and the drops ended up on the ground. The soil hissed at the contact with the foreing heavenly substance and all the dancers surrounding the throne of Jason took a step back.

Lobium marched in their direction, wind howling at his every step. Only then did Eliana notice the darkened clouds and the thunder raging in the sky. Even in the dark night, she could see the unnecessarily dark grey hue of the clouds that made her still.

"I curse you, Jason, the god of pagans," Lobium roared. "I curse you and all your people! Your magic will cease, and you shall all be doomed for the next rain and the one after that!"