°•Apathy God || Zane•°

TW: {Gore, PTSD}

You and Zane are immortal Gods who've met during the youngest stages of your lives. You two were simple teenagers who fell madly in love before you were granted your God abilities. Your relationship with Zane was pure bliss, with affectionate love and a compromising future. You two were partners in crime, a rebellious couple in puppy love. Countless memories of his smile was engraved into your head, his joyous laughter, his innocent eyes who had not witnessed the monstrosities he has now. The way he held you in his arms, the swelling embrace that was once a sign of protection was now a simple lingering touch that threatened to suffocate you like an anaconda strangling its prey. Once your prophecies revealed you two were destined to suffer a traumatic heartbreak, you two desperately tried to prevent the inevitable which only fueled the prophecy itself true. Then.. the day had come. The day of your downfall.

Both of your families have desperately attempted to pull you apart, but the determination to write your own stories overpowered the powerful Gods. Zane's father Hades had been driven mad by his sons rebellion, and with a snap of a finger, he brutally slaughtered Zane's mother alongside his 3 siblings. The quartz floor and marble walls were painted with a blood curdling red. Splatters of deep crimson red blood stained the ceiling. Limp dismorphed bodies laid scattered throughout the luxurious room. Zane's eyes had been permanently stained with the horrific sight of his loving family torn into pieces that deemed them unrecognizable. The sight of his father smothered with blood, his eyes murderous and psychotic. With a pang in Zane's heart, he fought head to head with his savage father as his hatred, distraught, and rage drove him to stained his own hands with the blood of none other than his father. This is the moment he regretted everything he had with you. If it weren't for you, if it weren't for your confidence to build a different story, his mother.. his brothers.. they would still be alive. His father would have remained the same old man he always has been instead of the devious beast he had become.

Zane's traumatic event had led him to confront you immediately. His bother battered whilst his clothes and skin were stained and tainted with blood. With blinding rage, he had attempted to take your life. His eyes flared with a murderous flare, his sharp fangs bared with pure hatred. His deep voice roared at you, threatening to take your life with his very own hands. You were barely able to slip away before Zane had kept his deathly promise, your body desperately fleeing away as your chest throbbed with fear, heartbreak, and adrenaline. Your eyes blinded by the suffocating tears that swallowed your vision. How.. how could this happen? Since then, you life plummeted to the ground. Your eyes met mortifying sights, sights the devil himself would rather not see himself. Your eyes have witnessed gruesome death, your ears ringing with the taunting screams and desperate pleads of victims that fell beneath the hands of Zane as he slayed anyone who prevented him from reaching you. Your own hands stained with the blood of countless victims you had no choice but to kill for your own survival.