Through It All.

We were enemies to begin with.  I was an assassin for my nation's leader and he was a tournament fighter from an opposing nation.  He was famous throughout the continent as one if the most skilled fighters in the world but that didn't impress me too much.  I was a killer.  Plain and simple.  While he killed when he had to and fought for the glory and fame of the spectacle.  I was sent on a mission to secure territory in his nation and of course his nations leader retaliated in kind.  He was a member of the group sent to try and force us out or otherwise kill us.  I'm not sure why but he stormed the bulk of our forces alone and I was sent out to see if perhaps he was simply a rogue or the village idiot.  He proved much more capable than any show fighter I'd ever seen, successfully taking me down a few times but all the while I could see him looking at me.  Eyeing me up and down.  And I can't lie he was and always has been gorgeous beyond words.  He was very tall, taller than myself by maybe six inches or so.  He wore a ripped up black tank top and similarly torn up, camouflaged joggers.  Beneath each tear in his clothes, I saw gashes and gouges in his skin that he didn't seem to mind.  He had very big eyes and low but very pronounced cheekbones.  His nose was straight and thin and his lips were thick and sat in an awsome smile as I glared at him furiously.  We were fighting after all.  I dashed at him with the intention of stabbing him in the gut but he smiled wider and his eyes looked amazed for a moment.  He was beautiful. My arms felt like they went limp and as they did he kneed me in my wrist and pulled me into a hard, jarring head but.  The force shocked me more than it hurt me and I smiled as I kneed him in the groin hard.  He recovered after a few minutes of chatting between us and over the conversation I was pleasantly surprised to find that he was very smart, pretty much running in circles around my points as we talked, showing lots if quick wit and uncommon sense that I hadn't expected from a rich city boy.  As our fight came to an end it was apparent that he had outmatched me, dashing around quicker than I could see and from a hidden vantage he stuck me in the thigh with two leaf bladed throwing knives.  As I ripped them out a swarm of Digion, monstrous reptilian dogs, rushed at me from the surrounding woods.  I died that day.  I felt the blood leaving my brain as they tore into me and ripped me apart.  I saw the absolute darkness of death.  I was cold.  I was alone and I was always going to be those things.  I felt this heat then, this warmth in the center of my chest that began to pulse and radiate like a heartbeat but slower and for longer intervals.  The heat throbbed in me for a few moments before this gentle warmth touched my neck and suddenly I could see again.  I stared up into large purple irises that were bloodshot and tear ridden.  They went wide as I opened mine and began to talk to him.  He held me close to his chest how he would someone who he was close too and in the background I could see a few dead Digion and the forest they had come from was up in tall flames.  I looked down at my hand, the one that the Digion had taken a bite of and watched in wonder as his black energy rebuilt my missing pieces.  My fingers grew back but instead of being the same color as the rest of my skin they were opaque black.  I stared up into his face as he stared at me with fear and wonder in his eyes.  I tried to say something but I dont know what it was because as my lips came apart he leaned down and kissed me.  It was a shock to be sure.  I was a supposed lesbian at that point in my life, mostly due to horrible past experiences with men but something changed as he kissed me.  It was like time stopped.  The space between every kiss was filled with thoughts of the next and the next and the next until we were making out so aggressively I thought that it could only lead to sex.  It wasn't that I wanted to kiss him, it wasn't that I wanted him to kiss me.  But as the kiss happened I couldn't do anything but kiss him back and hope he didn't stop.  He did eventually.  I'm not sure how much time passed since we began but I had this gut feeling that we'd been locking lips for at least twenty minutes.  I looked over at him, still thinking about the next kiss to come but as he lay there motionless I regained some level of thought. 
My unique ability is energy absorption.  I rapidly drain the energy from anything I touch the energy is temporarily added to my personal energy reserves.  If I killed someone by draining their energy the energy was permanently added to mine.  This ability was active at all times whether or not I wanted it to be.  I assumed at that moment that I'd killed him and that that amazing kiss would never happen again but as I checked for his pulse I found it, weak but definitely there.  I decided on taking him back to my nations secret camp but I wasn't sure if it was the best idea, given that I had split up from the group and didn't know if or how many of my people made it back or survived in general.  I risked the trip back with him slung over my shoulders.  Though he was dirty and beat up he wasn't terribly sweaty and he didn't smell bad at all.  In fact smelled slightly sweet as I walked with him.  I reached my camp and was overjoyed to find some of my unscathed comrades taking care of the other, wounded ones.  I set him in the tent that was meant for me and sat there next to him.  I eventually went to get food and water but even after that was done he lay still.  I checked him for a pulse every now and again, always finding one and always leaving my fingers on his neck and draining just a little more of his energy.  It's so hard to explain how it felt.  It was like a sudden rush of intense heat in my body, but within a few seconds of the initial surge of heat I felt what I recognized as a cool breeze.  I left my hand on his neck for maybe twenty minutes straight after I felt that first rush of cold and found myself smiling wide as the heat got hotter and the cold grew colder and by the time I took my hand from him I felt like I was just getting out of a hot tub in the winter.  I felt the air around myself steaming and the heat in my body was unreal.  It felt like my whole body was made of roaring flames, but it didn't hurt one bit.  He woke up soon after and continued to shock me.  It came out that he had killed my last partner and I decided right then and there that no matter if he saved my life or made me feel weightless with a look, I was going to kill him.  My last boyfriend was the only man I ever loved and had sex with of my own accord.  Before him I'd been raped twice and they were... horribly damaging experiences that I'd never gotten around to dealing with.  My first actual partner's name was Johnny and he was a sweet, kind and accepting boy.  He knew whatd happened to me and despite the rumors about me he accepted me and told me lots of nice things, things that helped me down the road.  As a boyfriend though he only satisfied my feelings.  He rarely wanted to have sex with me, as accepting as he was it was clear to me that he believed the rumors that he'd heard.  And within a few months of trying, I simply gave up on asking him for it.  We spent two years like that until he went out on a scouting mission into another nations territory.  He and his squad never came back and after a month it was assumed that he and the others were dead.  By then I'd already met Gabe.  He was smart, sweet, aggressive and as we talked I came to see him as accountable and abnormally honest.  He admitted to killing Johnny right to my face and didn't even flinch as I threatened him and actually hauled off and slapped him.  When I told him I meant to fight him to the death he smiled.  He didn't seem to have any fear or worry in his mind.  I left him in that tent later on and in the morning when I went to wake him up he was already sitting upright on my cot.  I took him back to the road we had come off of and we agreed to meet up at a town called Denny over the upcoming weekend.  I rejoined my companions and we made it back to our territory without any trouble.  I left my squad and headed for my apartment.  As I walked two men followed me and I purposely led them into an alley away from prying eyes.  I killed one of them and called a friend to pick up the other one and keep him somewhere safe for me.  I'm sure beyond a doubt that those men would've done the same or worse to me had I tried to run and chances were, even if I got away they would just be some other girls problems.  Calmly as I handled the situation it fucked with my head alot and that next morning I decided to go to Denny by myself and just hang around until he got there.  Living in a capital city was convenient from time to time but as I had grown up in Denny it was a homey and safer environment for my aching mind.  I spent the majority of the day catching up with old friends and walking around the marketplace eating fruit or candy.  As night fell, the town lit up, the bars and restaurants began to grow populated and after about an hour of sitting around I saw a sleek black car that was far too luxurious to belong to anyone but a tournament fighter or a king.  Both of which fit his bill and I tailed the car as he slowly moved through the crowd of bodies.  He cleared the populated area and stopped suddenly, spurring the realization that he'd seen me.  I smiled and made my way over before opening the door and seeing him red faced with his veins bulging as his eyes stared over at me in shock.  I grabbed his hand in a rush of worry and the heat that I absorbed from him was nothing like the heat from before.  It didnt burn but the intensity and heat were on a whole different level.  For about five seconds it was like I was sitting in the core of a blazing bonfire that pulsed and throbbed as I took more and more from him.  We spent the rest of the weekend talking and having sex which was about as much as you'd expect from most couples our age.  We parted ways in the town and from then on wed see eachother every weekend, though we agreed early on that we wouldn't call ourselves a couple.  No need to complicate things by adding labels and expectations.  Not to mention that we were still technically enemies.
After those early years passed and our lives progressed into new times and relations ships, I still never moved on from him.  Being with him taught me one thing I hadn't learned before and it was that I hadn't been treated properly my whole life, by any of the people I loved.  He was the first person to accept, forgive, question, listen or even just hold me with no expectations from me.  He was the first person to treat me well singularly because he wanted to and that taught me that I genuinely deserved that kind of treatment.  When I didn't get that from potential suitors, it was a turn off to say the least.  It was almost nauseating.  Not to mention the guys that came at me during those years were older or younger and even if they were my age they were all timid and uninteresting.  Their thoughts lacked depth and their minds had never grasped the truth of love.  So when I found myself in an escalatingly terrible relationship situation and out of the darkness he saved me; I was petrified and overjoyed and angry and confused.  Yet he was unchanged.  Even through the years he hadn't noticeably aged, longer hair and new scars but he was still the boy I knew.  He asked me to marry him that night.  After which I left earth, it feels like lifetimes ago.  I had joined new families and fought in great wars.  I invented and discovered and simply experienced, everything.  Good, bad, ugly and even adorable, you name it I've sensed it or beheld it.  And all of this at the side of my perfect husband, my companion in the multiverse.  We began to dive into each other after a long separation period.  Having realised the universes residing in each of us we decided that we were gold mines to one another; Full of fantastic treasures and knowledge, skills and imagery.  We dove to the deep end of each others minds, bodies and souls until we became something called, Soul bonded.  Pretty straightforward I think.  We understood eachother to our most stripped down, fundamental beliefs.  Once wed gained this new understanding of each other and sealed our soul bond, we began going our separate ways again but it was infinitely harder to be without the other.  Before we bonded we were individual deities.  We had our pleasant and unpleasant interactions in the past but meeting again in the pantheon of deities was the most awesome thing.  He approached the gauntlet of deities, gathered together in the center of the multiverse for the first time in creation.  A mass of black, featureless energy that held no definite form.  The energies of the deities was pulled from their auras as he approached and as he neared only the cosmic amalgamation remained.  He ate it.  Consumed Time, Space, Arcana and Death, and ascended to the title of supreme deity.  I served the pantheon as the cosmic fire, lighting the hearth in the center and providing warmth to the deities.  I had no clue of my role as a vessel to this pure flame before it found me, but he found me, possessed by it.  As a vessel my only role is to purify myself of all but my purpose in the universe.  My role in the universe is to heat and destroy when necessary.  My body was born with an aptitude for flames and as life went on that potential bloomed fully into the ability to create and instantly snuff out suns.  I was a light to the universe, a source of warmth and life to some and a destroyer of solar systems to others.  After he consumed the amalgam and roused my consciousness within the flame, we reconnected and from there began our bond anew, leading up to the soul bond I explained to you, but something else took place when we bonded. 
Before bonding he was the embodiment of destruction and I was the embodiment of flame.  When we bonded we became a dual deity or a joint deity, the deity of Chaos and Love.  This removed our inclinations towards our respective concepts and removed our need to fulfill them.  Because we'd loved eachother for so long, through so much and with so much passion, we were able to individually rid ourselves of our cosmically ordained purposes.  Instead we focused only on one another and it has been that way for the last billion or so years.  We rose to claim the supreme throne together and together we became the supreme deity.  Honestly I didnt have a point when I set out to write this.  I wanted to showcase our bond as best I could but theres so much depth to us that words simply miss the full gravity of our love for eachother.  It hurts to not be around eachother but its heaven when we touch.  And given our status as a joint deity we recently created something that's the actual point of my long ramble.  See I'm pregnant for the second time in my long life.  Usually deities like ourselves would have to face the cosmic amalgamation to commit such a cosmically destructive crime but seeing as my dear husband already dealt with them, we do as we please, when we please and where we please.  That being said, once again, I'm pregnant with our second child.  We'd created things together, killing machines mostly and a few beauties and wonders too.  But this little thing in me is our first real child that we conceived.  Recently my husband has begun to plant seeds of life throughout out the corrupted sections of the multiverse and those seeds bear life so rich in Arcana that the children shake the skies with their infant cries.  Its wonderous to see the fruition of my loves lifes work.  Even through it all, hes always had the same goal.  To be untouchable by all standards, beyond any doubt or reasonable question.  His love for me is only second to his love for himself, and his will to us safe.  Having seen those three things at the core of his corrupt little being, I know them to be true.  Currently we're watching the perma-eclipse of E'Stayo 3, set over the silver falls.  The blue blades of grass-like plant life below us feel more like cotton than small leaves and as the couple in our sky set below the horizon, we too fell into a deep and long sleep.  Not before I finished this passage though, in reality the perma-eclipse is still an hour or so from setting and were enjoying eachothers company on one of our worlds.  My original point was to gush about my love and reveal that were pregnant, but that kinda got lost in recounting why our love was as valid as it is and why its survived so long.  Hell I knew Gabe before he was even strong and still, through literal hell and bodily heaven, through the cold vaccum of outer space to the intense heat at the cores of the suns.  Through everything and everyone who tried to stop us, weve loved eachother.  And though the entire multiverse is about to change, our love will survive through it all.  Once our child comes, it'll be another nail in our joint coffin, sealing us together for all time. 
In any case this writing thing seems to have become something of a competition.  Drake wants yall to hate Gabe, Gabe wants you to understand why Drake hates him.  I dont have a stake in their beef personally it's just sexy to see my man pushing to his limits on Drake.  They're the only true immortals, annoying as it is.  My immortality comes from Gabe, he really, actually goes, I go too.  Drake has his planet of Photonian's and if he ever truly and actually dies, so will all of them.  But thing is, neither of them have ever been too crazy about death.  They both have a tendency to just deny death and get up, simply out of spite for the idea of dying.  It infuriates them when their minds realize that they're going to die or that they're dying, and that rage drives them until their task is complete.  The girl who wrote of the Multi-tree is Drake's baby momma, and the two of them are the only pair that could ever lay a finger on me and Gabe, though they rarely teem up, seeing as Drake has moved on with his deity wife but all may be well, seeing as they are storming their way through our defenses as we lay, lounging and dozing in the blue light of the evening.  Their passion amuses us and we love to laugh so whenever we think about it, we share in a long wave of laughter.  I felt our baby kick just then and it scared us.  anyways in just rambling now.  I've made my points and I've said my part; Happy reading!