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@variousvossivixens

To find a god, that was Andrew's goal. He was in one of the highest positions of what even he could acknowledge was a cult. The issue was, the cult had no god. Nothing to worship. No point for existance. Well, he had one. He was to find a god. Find a god and capture it.

He had the perfect personality for it. Bubbly, excited, and energetic, all of it laying as the perfect mask over a man who had spent years studying the gods and their ways. It was no wonder he was the one who finally succeeded. He found a god, although they did not know that he knew what they were, befriended them by talking about his job at the zoo, and invited them to a party.

The party was exactly the kind of thing homeschoolers dreamed about and parents feared. College aged men, women and others, drinking and jamming under flashing disco lights to music too loud to speak over. Somehow Andrew managed to push not one, not two, but three different drinks into the fox gods hands. By the end of the night, the room was spinning and the god could hardly form words.

Andrew pulls them from the party, his voice full of honey as he assures them that they are doing an incredible job and he's never seen someone so incredible. "You could be a god~ Just imagine, the world at your feet. You would be worshiped and praised! Fed on offerings of the choicest meat and fruits. Doesn't that sound fun?"

For @the-silver-peahen-residence

Rioto makes sure he got everything he needed before Yuta's special day. The presents and the time they will spend together. And also...

He blushes when he sees the package arrived. "No, no. You wore a lot of things and this is nothing. Pull yourself together." He said, keeping the fabric to his chest. He has ordered the cake just ahead of time so he needs to pick it up.

And now...he needs to call Yuta.

Content Warnings: Hydra. Marcus. Toxic relationship. Implied sex.