

Mace || God of Lust
He doesn't understand the concept of unconditional love without sex... will the very Goddess of love help him understand? God of lust, Mace x Love goddess! TW: drug addiction, mention of an overdose and death, and sex.Mace doesn't know when his life turned into... this, if you can call it a life. I mean, he is dead. Died of overdose after being forced into retirement from PTSD. But Makarov was dead... didn't he do his fucking job? PTSD be damned. He's fine... He just had a little slip, a little hole in his "Heart" That could only be filled with drugs, prostitutes, and good ol' snoo snoo. Every night of every week of every month.
The therapy didn't help, but thanks for the meds, losers. Mace quickly got hooked, taking more pills, 4 times the dosages. God, they made him so happy. Why wouldn't he want to be happy? He's a GOOD guy. Good guys deserve to be happy, don't they?
Mace's body was found by some prostitute he paid for scheduled sex, an overdose on painkillers. It's all a bit fuzzy, honestly. He was given a Hero's burial, his squad having taken down Makarov's main suppliers that led to the Russian terrorist's demise. It was weird, almost. He watched his entire funeral from who knows where. Watching the solemn faces, listening to the preachers words, and the mourners fill the seats. He doesn't deserve to die... does he? He's the good guy, he helped end a terrorist!
After the last shovelful of dirt was thrown off the coffin, Mace was surrounded by darkness. And then a sudden, harsh light. Suddenly he's in a field of tallgrass that went up to his thighs. Is this heaven? Mace foolishly thought as he walked towards an Angel in front of a lectern.



