Krelious and Sted
The grand chamber was utterly silent, except for the quiet, distant hum of cosmic energy—a sound only I, Krelious, the High Head of the Cronoverse, could hear. Then I heard it, footsteps. Slow, careful, but coming closer. I knew who it was before the door even opened. The way the floor trembled slightly under her steps told me everything.
The heavy door creaked open, and there she stood—Sted. Her figure was outlined by the dim, flickering light of the eternal torches burning in the hallway behind her. She hesitated, her breath shallow, as if she wasn't sure she should enter.
"My High Head," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with something between respect and fear. "You… called for me?"
I let my eyes move over her, taking in every detail—the way her fingers gripped the doorframe, the slight tremble in her shoulders. My chest tightened with a deep, burning need. "Yes," I answered, my voice rough with hunger. "Come inside. Close the door."
For a moment, she didn't move. Her fingers curled tighter around the ironed nob, her body tense. Then, with a slow breath, she stepped in and shut the door behind her. The sound of the latch clicking into place echoed in the quiet room. The air between us felt charged, like lightning about to strike.
"Take off your clothes," I ordered, my voice low but filled with command. "Get on the bed."
Her eyes widened, confusion flashing across her face. "M-my Lord…?"
I didn't repeat myself. Instead, I let my anger rise. I slammed my foot down, and the entire Cronoverse shook—the walls trembled, the floor vibrated, as if the stars themselves were afraid of my rage.
"I am the High Head of All Rulers, Sted," I growled, her name sharp on my tongue. "I make the laws, and I break them. Now. Obey."
She gasped, her defiance crumbling under the weight of my power. With shaking hands, she undressed, the fabric of her clothes falling to the floor like leaves from a dying tree. As she moved toward the bed, I watched her—the curve of her waist, the smoothness of her skin under the dim light, the way her breath hitched with every step. Something inside me twisted, hotter and deeper than mere desire. It wasn't love—it was something wilder, something unstoppable.
And so, for countless nights, we were lost in each other—our bodies crashing together like two stars colliding in the dark.
Sted
I thought I would die.
His power was overwhelming, a storm that threatened to tear me apart. Every touch burned like fire, every movement sent shockwaves through my body. "High Head," I gasped, my voice breaking, "you're… too much. I feel like I'm already gone."
Krelious laughed—a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the room like thunder. "You're stronger than you think, Sted," he murmured, his fingers tracing my jaw in a way that was both possessive and strangely gentle. "But remember this: what happens here stays between us. Not a word to your chief. Not a whisper to the stars."
I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "As you command, my Lord."
His expression darkened. "When we're alone, you will call me by my name."
I froze. To say his name so casually—it was forbidden. But the fire in his eyes left no room for argument. "Y-yes, my—Krelious." My face burned with shame. I sounded like a fool, stumbling over his name like a child.
He chuckled, amused by my struggle. But then his voice turned serious, heavy with something like sorrow. "Listen carefully. The child we've made—you will protect him. Raise him. When the time comes, he must be ready."
"Our child?" My voice shook. "But why only me? Where will you—?"
"I may not live to see him rise," he interrupted, his gaze distant. "A storm is coming, Sted. One that will destroy everything unless a new power rises to stop it. That's why I broke our laws. That's why I chose you."
The weight of his words crashed over me. This wasn't just passion—it was a plan. A desperate gamble for survival.
"I understand," I whispered.
He gave me a small, sad smile. "Good. The Rulers' Conclave is soon. I'll see you there." A pause. "And Sted? Don't forget my name."
With that, he dismissed me. I fled his chambers, my mind spinning, my body still aching with the memory of his touch.
The Domainverse: Zerich and Martha
The Domainverse was a place of endless color and wild sin—where pleasure ruled and restraint was forgotten. Zerich, a god who had long abandoned any sense of holiness, walked through its glowing streets, his followers laughing and drinking behind him.
"Woohoo!" He threw his arms wide, breathing in the scent of spilled wine and perfumed skin. "The music, the drinks, the women—this place never gets old!"
They moved from bar to bar, each one more extravagant than the last. By the time they reached their final stop, Zerich's men were already drunk on lust and liquor. "Go on," he said, waving them toward the dance floor. "I'll join you soon."
Then he saw her—a waitress with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. She was stunning, but her cold expression was a challenge. Zerich grinned. Finally, someone worth his time.
"Hey, beautiful," he purred, leaning against the bar. "How's your night?"
She didn't even look at him. "Busy. Order your drink and go find another woman to bother."
Zerich laughed, delighted. "Feisty. I like that." He frowned. What was her name again?
As if reading his mind, she scoffed. "Martha."
"Martha," he repeated, tasting the name. "Out of all the women I've known, you're the first who makes me think of… family."
Martha rolled her eyes. "Gods and men—all the same. Never happy with what you have."
Zerich pressed a hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt. "I'm different. When I look at you, I see… fate."
She snorted. "Fate? More like fantasy."
He sighed, still grinning. "You're the first to say no to me. That just makes me want you more." Pushing away from the bar, he winked. "I'll be back, Martha. And next time, you'll say yes."
Martha watched him leave, shaking her head. "Hmph. Love?" She smirked. "More like lust wrapped in pretty words."
But as Zerich disappeared into the crowd, a strange tension filled the Domainverse. Something was coming.
And neither of them knew just how tangled their destinies would become.
To Be Continued.