"God of Contracts, Morax, become my husband." I announces. The man standing before me, the God of Contracts himself, is quite shocked upon hearing my statement. But he can't do anything about it since it is a contract and a God of Contracts denying a contract is like a death sentence. "As you wish," Morax replies earning a shivering glow from himself as a reminder that the contract has been made and signed. The God of Contacts, Morax. He is now officially my husband.