And even if for a moment, she had sworn in her beautiful soul that she would not speak with him, that she would belong in someone else’s arms, bear someone else’s children, but every time a battle was fought, and she sat eyes upon the blood-tainted god, her heart was warm, her ILL-TEMPER brushed away, even if he would never consider her more than his small toy… Yes, the Goddess that the Gods and Humans lusted after was so madly in love with the one who was too madly in love with blood and guts and dust and violence. SHE DIDN’T CARE. She still wanted the warmth of his voice on her ear.

         ❝ Why you insist in leaving me to my Husband? Why do you hate me so much that you abandon me in the middle of the night? Have I not pleased you? Have our children not been enough to steal you for myself? ❞