A relationship with a god is complicated.
Alianne had known this from the start, from the first searing kiss when Kyprioth had whispered.
"I love the way you burn." She had shuddered and they had both been occupied for hours.
Whenever he stole her to teach her something for the rebellion, he would be distracted by the presence of her spirit and the way she felt in his arms. But after hours of passionate lovemaking, Aly would laugh and say,
"Well I didn't learn much now did I?" Kyprioth would chuckle and kiss her forehead sweetly, swiftly implanting all the knowledge she had missed.
The other gods could feel Kyprioth's happiness and they didn't interfere, assuming that he had found a raka girl that would amuse him for some time.
Sometimes his godliness overwhelmed her and she would fall, quivering, at his feet. He did not waste gentle words on her. Instead he grabbed her chin and roughly pulled her up to meet him, making her anger flare. He would whisper roughly,
"No, I could have a thousand wenches shivering at my feet. Show me your fire." Those nights always turned out to be the most passionate.
Nawat was a curios little twist in there relationship. His devotion to Aly made her frustrated and made Kyprioth laugh. Once he even suggested that they bring the crow-man to join them. Aly had slapped him hard. Sometimes she thought that Nawat made Kyprioth jealous, this thought made her feel loved and wanted. When she asked Kyprioth, expecting to hear a fervent denial, she got a hard stare and a definitive, "Yes," before he once again claimed her as his own.
One day she lay in his arms and he watched her lovingly. He spoke softly as if he was scared of frightening her.
"We're never going to last you know." She looked at him startled. He continued, "I'm a god, your a mortal. You would never leave your family, so I have to wait until you die to bring you to the Divine Realms with me. You should have someone else while you wait. Someone who will love you properly, like Nawat." He grinned as she wrinkled her nose, "I could even give him some of my wickedness so you won't miss me so much."
"No, I'll wait." she said. He looked at her solemnly without a trace of mirth in his eyes.
"I'm flattered, but you won't feel that way when your a crinkled old women trying to please a god."
"Then let us enjoy what we have." Kyprioth smiled sadly and leaned down to kiss her. Aly didn't understand his tears until she felt a twinge in her mind.
Kyprioth wept as with his kiss he stole her memories. He replaced all his time with her, all his love and passion, with times where he actually showed her events. Long nights of lovemaking were transformed into watching a coronation, or the death of the king.
Aly now unconscious lay limply in the hands of her divine lover. He kissed her forehead softly and whispered,
"Until we meet in the Divine Realms, I'll burn for you."