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(Third Person POV)
All he knew was darkness.
Sound, taste, hearing, smell, and sight was all but darkness and death. Everywhere he went and touch had decayed and died. He was the cause of the 10 worst plagues that had ever occurred. He fairly enjoyed it, the death and chaos. But back then, he was a free spirit. Always roaming and going wherever he desired.
One day, on his arrival to the Roman Empire, the city of Xanthus from Athens, he spotted a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman that could rival Aphrodite. (Little did he know, the woman he saw on that day was Aphrodite herself.)
She was browsing perfumes and aromas. The goddess was enjoying her day like every other day, a princess shopping at the market, or at least pretending to be one. Until that day was interrupted by a man who was only a couple inches taller than she.
He did a courtesy bow. This man was dressed in a cloak with the hood up, so she couldn't exactly see who this man was. Probably another mortal who would want to marry her.
"May I ask for your name?" she asked.
"Thantos" he replied.
"Thantos?" she asked confused. The gods had mentioned of a being going around causing plagues and destruction, but the name of said being was still unknown.
"Yes my lady. May I ask for yours?" he asked.
"Aglaia." she answered.
"Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." he commented.
"Thank you, for what do I owe the pleasure of this greeting?" she asked.
"I was wondering if you would like to take a stroll around the city? Perhaps the gardens or a nice walk among the beach?" he proposed.
She thought for a moment. 'The mortal is different from the others.'
The others would propose marriage right on the spot because of her beauty. But this man is asking for company rather than marriage.
"A walk among the beach sounds nice." she replied, smiling.
"But first allow me to bring these goods back to my house, it is on the hill." she added, gesturing to said hill.
"One question; why is royalty walking among us peasants? That is a rare sight to see." he said.
"That's for me to know and that's for you to find out." she shrugged.
"Allow me to carry the goods," he added, taking the bag of goods from her.
'Not only does he recognize royalty, but he gives respect and acts like a gentlemen.' she thought as they walk out of the market. As they walked, they talked about things like her family to his past adventures. By the time they reached her house, it was mid afternoon.
She took the bag and went inside. She appeared in a more elegant clothing when she returned. Then they were on their way to the beach. They arrived much sooner than the walk to her house.
As they walked on the beach, they continued their conversation. From politics to market goods, entertainment to past wars, anything they could talk about. Their stroll on the sandy beach went until sunset. By then he had escorted her back to her house. He waited at the base of the steps to her house, waiting for her to head inside.
She stood before the door, her back at him. This day had been the most productive and she had met a man she started to have interest in. This mortal may have not been directive about himself or his past, but he was mysterious all the same. That was interested her the most.
She turned around to face him and asked:
"May I see your face?"
He was taken back by this question. Normally no one would ask (normally no one cared). But since this day had been a surprise for him and he started to become attached to her. He knew if he revealed himself, he has a chance to be discover by the council. That's a risk he wanted to take.
He pulled down his hood to reveal his face. He had black hair, skin nearly as pale as the moon in the sky, and dark brown eyes that took on the color of rotten wood. The structure of his face was like a prince in a fairy tale that every girl would dream of.
She walk back down the stairs and stood in front of him. They stood their in silence, until she said:
"Come and visit me again?" she asked, hoping for a yes.
"Is tomorrow afternoon acceptable?" he answered, making her eyes shine bright with happiness.
"More than acceptable." she said happily.
She never felt this way for a mortal and he never felt this way for a woman before. He was about to pull his hood up before she stopped him and leaned in to kiss him. Before he knew it, he was kissing this woman. They just stood there as they kissed. The kiss had come to abrupt ending when a old man came out of the house.
"You, young lady, should be in bed." he said atop of the stairs.
"I should say the same father." she replied.
He pulled up his hood and spoke to her father.
"Sorry for keeping her up this late, I will take my leave." he said.
He was about to walk away before a pair of hands lightly took hold of his arm, stopping him in his tracks.
"Will you still come tomorrow?" she asked.
"If your father permits." he answered.
She looked to her father with a pleading face. He just sighed and nodded. She smiled brightly.
"Meet me by the gardens." she said and with that, she and her father went back inside their house.
He chuckled at his own stupidity. Because on that day, he had realized that he had caged himself within this city.
Imprisoned by the power of love.