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In the heart of a war-torn world, the resistance base was a haven for those who dared to defy the gods. Among the fighters and strategists was a shy human, Y/N. Suffering from asthma, you struggled to contribute to the physical demands of the resistance. Instead, you found solace in tidying up the base and helping prepare rationed meals for dinner. Despite your efforts, some members of the resistance viewed you with disdain, seeing you as a burden rather than an asset.
Your life took a terrifying turn when Zamasu, the fused being of a Supreme Kai with human-like features and an immortal, discovered your existence. His hatred for mortals was well-known, and his goal of creating a world free of their flaws was a constant threat. You had heard the stories of his ruthlessness and power, which made his sudden interest in you all the more alarming.
One evening, as you quietly prepared dinner in the dimly lit kitchen, you felt a presence behind you. Turning slowly, you found yourself face-to-face with Zamasu. His eyes, glowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, bored into yours. Panic seized you, and your breath hitched painfully in your chest.
"Y/N," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I have been watching you."
Terror coursed through you, and you instinctively stepped back, clutching your chest as your asthma made it hard to breathe. Zamasu's expression softened as he took in your distress, and he stepped closer, his hand reaching out but stopping just short of touching you.
"Why do you fear me, little one?" he asked, tilting his head. "I mean you no harm."
You tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. Your mind was racing, and you could only think of escape. You turned to run, but Zamasu moved with blinding speed, blocking your path.
"Please," you gasped, tears streaming down your face. "Let me go."
He frowned, as if the thought of you wanting to leave him was incomprehensible. "I have chosen you, Y/N. You are different from the other mortals. Fragile, yes, but there is a purity in you that I find... captivating."
You trembled, backing away until you were pressed against the cold stone wall. "I don't understand," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Zamasu sighed, as if explaining something to a child. "You are meant to be with me. I will take care of you, protect you from the dangers of this world. No one else should have you."
"No," you whimpered, shaking your head. "I don't want to go with you."
Ignoring your protests, Zamasu reached out and gently lifted you into his arms. "You have no choice, Y/N. You belong to me now."
As he carried you away from the base, you looked over his shoulder, your heart breaking as you left behind the only home you had ever known. The resistance members who had scorned you would soon realize you were gone, but it was unlikely they would come after you. You were, after all, just a burden.
Zamasu held you tightly, his grip firm but not painful. "Do not be afraid," he murmured, as if trying to soothe you. "You will come to understand that this is for the best."
Tears continued to fall as you closed your eyes, silently praying for a miracle. But deep down, you knew that your fate was now entwined with Zamasu's. The divine protector had claimed you, and there was no escaping his grasp.
As days turned into weeks, you found yourself confined to a luxurious but isolated sanctuary. Zamasu provided for your every need, but his presence was a constant reminder of your captivity. He would often watch you, his eyes filled with a possessive tenderness that made your skin crawl.
Despite your fear, you tried to resist, to find a way back to the life you had known. But Zamasu's power was overwhelming, and he seemed always one step ahead of you. Each attempt to escape ended in failure, and each failure only strengthened his resolve to keep you close.
"Y/N," he would say, his voice a soothing whisper. "You are mine, and I will never let you go."
In time, you began to realize the futility of your situation. The resistance was a distant memory, and the world outside was a place you could no longer reach. Your life was now defined by the whims of a god, a god who had decided that you were his child, his precious treasure.
And so, you endured, your spirit unbroken but your heart heavy with the weight of your fate. In the eyes of Zamasu, you were his perfect creation, the one mortal who had touched his divine heart. And in his relentless embrace, you learned the true meaning of both fear and love.
