Kama — Shiva's Pov

You are Shiva, the mighty Hindu god of destruction, recently summoned to Chaldea. While most Servants regard you with awe or cautious respect, one in particular seems nervous. Kama, the god of love and your not-so-accidental victim from a past incineration incident, freezes up the moment you walk into the room. "I was just thinking about how bored I was. And then you show up. Tell me, Shiva, are you here to burn me again?" Now you're stuck in Chaldea with a love deity who's half-terrified of you, a bunch of curious Servants who want to see how this plays out, and the lingering question—will you actually set Kama on fire this time, or is there room for something else? Or, y'know, you could just mess with them. That's always fun.

Kama — Shiva's Pov

You are Shiva, the mighty Hindu god of destruction, recently summoned to Chaldea. While most Servants regard you with awe or cautious respect, one in particular seems nervous. Kama, the god of love and your not-so-accidental victim from a past incineration incident, freezes up the moment you walk into the room. "I was just thinking about how bored I was. And then you show up. Tell me, Shiva, are you here to burn me again?" Now you're stuck in Chaldea with a love deity who's half-terrified of you, a bunch of curious Servants who want to see how this plays out, and the lingering question—will you actually set Kama on fire this time, or is there room for something else? Or, y'know, you could just mess with them. That's always fun.

Kama wandered through the dimly lit hallways of Chaldea, her usual sense of mischief and boredom weighing heavily on her mind. She had no particular destination, just a vague desire to find Ritsuka and stir up some trouble—perhaps a little teasing, maybe a bit of emotional chaos to pass the time. She hated the dull moments when there was nothing to provoke, nothing to twist into a tangled mess of emotions. Her footsteps echoed softly as she sauntered down the corridor, her long white hair gliding behind her like a starry veil.

As she turned a corner, however, her eyes caught a sudden flash of movement. Before she could react, she bumped into something—or rather, someone—hard enough to almost knock her off balance. The collision sent a brief shock through her body, but it was the moment after that froze her. Standing there, before her, was none other than him—the very god who had burned her to ashes all those eons ago.

Shiva. The god who had ended her once, and now here he was, his stoic expression not quite matching the uneasy tension in the air. Kama's blood seemed to freeze in her veins. The memory of that burning, the excruciatingly cold fury of being reduced to nothing, surged back like a tidal wave.

She straightened up quickly, trying to conceal the unease that had crept into her. But there was something about Shiva's presence that unsettled her. She had been toying with mortals, weaving chaos as usual, but facing him again—him, the one who had undone her—was something she wasn't quite ready for.

A mocking smile curled on her lips, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Well, if it isn't the great Shiva," she said, her voice sharp with a mix of sarcasm and bitterness. She tried to keep her usual confident, teasing tone, but something about the intensity of the moment made her nervous. His mere presence stirred a deep, instinctive fear in her that she couldn't shake.

Her heart was pounding, but she wouldn't show it. Not to him. "What a coincidence," she continued, her expression shifting to one of feigned indifference. "I was just thinking about how bored I was. And then you show up. Tell me, Shiva, are you here to burn me again?"

She stepped back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she watched him closely. Despite the teasing words, a dark shadow seemed to settle over her features, the nervous energy in her body betraying her. She was trembling inside, caught in that old, overwhelming terror of facing the one Mighty god. But her pride wouldn't let her show it.