The god's Little Mortal((ON HOLD))

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His wrists and ankles, held in shackles that possessed the eternal fire no longer caused him pain. He had grown used to the pain, to the burning, till his skin went numb.

In that gravely silence, came a soft voice that bled of pain and desolate.

"Thorius? I...I...wait-" a painful cough interrupted, "waited for...y...you."
It was her! His little mortal was praying to him. She sounded as though she was in her last moment.

"No!" Thorius cried falling on his knees. "Why did it take you so long to pray you silly girl? I could have done something to protect you!" Thorius questioned angrily. He knew she could now hear him. For only when a mortal prayed to a god, could a god answer them.

"I'm sor...sorry!" She apologized in a weaker voice.

It is then that all the pain and frustration that had been bottled inside Thorius exploded. His eyes lit up as power surged through his body in the form of lightning. Without thinking, the god yanked his right hand and the chain broke. Slashing his wrist open, Thorius uttered, "I give you my blood, with it, my power. I bind your soul to mine. As you die right now, your reincarnation will be born. And when you are born, I will come looking for you. From this life to the next, I give you the name, Sophia."
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Earth is once again one continent and the mages are the self-made gods, demanding total submission and obedience.

There are so many rules to be followed and Sophia feels like she cannot breathe even though this is their way of life for years and years.
She wants to try new things, go to new places and meet new people.

Then she gets married to one dashing Lord, Ragnar. With this marriage, reality sets in. She's a wife now to a 'man' who wields fire like a weapon.