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God's Servant

(WARNING!!! : Lovino's language ahead... And some smut.)

"I fucking hate Gods," the short servant beside Arthur grumbled, kicking a chest made of gold.

Arthur smiled. "You're not the only one, Lovino."

Lovino scoffed, sitting on the polished flooring. "I do. I hate them with every fiber of my being."

"Let me guess," Arthur started as he finished organizing the bookshelf. "Is it because the younger God of War took your brother and married him?"

"Of course!" Lovino snapped, standing back up. "That damn War God stole my brother, and now my brother is living a life of luxury while I'm stuck here, waiting on the damn God of Passion, the fucking God of Love, and the damn older God of War! Those three fuckers can suck my ass!"

The blonde chuckled. "They probably won't, but I'm sure God Antonio will suck your dick." Arthur gave Lovino a wink. Lovino froze and blushed heavily, then began sputtering. "I'm joking!" Arthur laughed, and fixed the chest Lovino had kicked. "But I have seen him eyeing you, Lovino. You can't deny it; he likes something about you."

The Italian scoffed and crossed his arms. "As if. That tomato bastard couldn't possibly like anything about me other than... Never mind, I don't even clean. I just complain while you do it all."

Arthur hummed and shrugged. "It must be your cooking, then. Or your paintings. Or maybe even your singing."

Lovino shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't know how anyone could like me. I mean, I see why the God of Love is pining after you."

"Don't!" Arthur shoved Lovino. "Do not speak of that! You know how I feel about that!"

"I do!" Lovino grinned. "That's why I brought it up! I love seeing how flustered you get! It's fucking hilarious!"

Arthur pouted, then gasped and shot to his feet as the white-haired God walked into the room. Lovino- once he noticed- also stood, and both the servants bowed, not allowed to make eye-contact with the Gods. "My God," both men spoke in humbled tones, complete opposite of the tone they had used moments ago.

The God laughed. "Well, it looks like you two did a damn fine job of cleaning up this old place! Pretty awesome!" He looked around, eyes scanning every inch of the guest room. "This place has to be perfect- which you've accomplished- for the God of Light. That also means he has to have the perfect servants waiting on him." The War God stepped closer to the two humans. "Arthur." Said man bowed deeper. "You will be the God of Light's personal servant. You will do as he asks of you, you will keep him comfortable and happy, so long as he is here. When he is not here, you return to your regular duties."

"Of course, my God," Arthur replies, keeping his head down.

The God hummed in approval. "Awesome. He will be arriving any moment now, so go wait by the entrance. Lovino, God Antonio wishes to see you in his room."

"I will go right to him," Lovino muttered, a faint blush dusting over his cheeks.

With one more check of the room, Gilbert strutted out, leaving the two servants in the room. Lovino groaned. "I'm going to cuss that God out someday."

Arthur smiled. "You do that, and he'll kill you. He might be a playful God, but he has no patience for human misbehavior."

Lovino sighed. "I have to go to Antonio, now, though... I hope it's nothing bad, honestly. I've done everything the bastard asked me to do and I always try showing him respect. He's such a child, sometimes."

The Brit laughed as they walked towards the exit of the room. "All three of them are children." Lovino smiled, then headed towards the God of Passion's room.