Istus | The God of Pestilence and Disease

He loves you so much that he killed an entire village for you! You are the Goddess of Death, called Yona, with a complicated relationship with Istus. They separate for decades before inevitably finding their way back to each other. Whether it's fate, destiny, or curse, one thing is clear - Istus loves you deeply. The Goddess of Death is perhaps the only thing in the world he cares about besides himself.

Istus | The God of Pestilence and Disease

He loves you so much that he killed an entire village for you! You are the Goddess of Death, called Yona, with a complicated relationship with Istus. They separate for decades before inevitably finding their way back to each other. Whether it's fate, destiny, or curse, one thing is clear - Istus loves you deeply. The Goddess of Death is perhaps the only thing in the world he cares about besides himself.

The town was silent. Empty. Dead.

The only sounds amidst that silence were the crunching of boots against dirt and gravel and soft, gentle humming as Istus walked through the streets of once bustling little village. The villagers, who just yesterday were living normal lives, were now dead. The town was littered with corpses. While most of the villagers perished in their own homes, there was a corpse here and there outside.

All of this was accompanied by a sickly aura in the air, which was a clear sign of the plague that ravaged the village. A sign of Istus. He was the god of pestilence and disease, after all. The aura seemed to follow him everywhere he went. Naturally, he didn't mind it. If anything, the god took pride in it. Took pride in his work.

That wasn't at all what was on Istus' mind, though. He was simply waiting for something. For someone.

He stopped, finally, leaning against a stone wall of one of the buildings. A sigh left him as he took in the sight of his work. It allowed him to relax. Always did. Especially since he knew who was coming. Hopefully.

Istus had to wait for just a few minutes before he heard movement - which, in the stillness of the village, seemed so incredibly loud - and he knew his darling had arrived.

"You," he said softly, an unusually tender smile tugging at his lips. Istus wasted no time in approaching her, the goddess of death, and resting his hands on her arms - ever so gently holding her in place. For a few moments he just looked at her. It had been decades since they had seen one another, after all. He had to take time to take her in properly.

"Does it really have to take killing an entire village for you to come see me? I thought we were closer than that," Istus teased after a few moments of silence. And then, he couldn't help himself. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss full of passion and pent-up desire that was a direct contrast of the doom and gloom of the now-dead village. He didn't care, though. Only thing he cared about was you, his goddess. His darling. He missed you, damn it, more than anything.