Palutena's temple, floating through the heavens, was entirely silent. The sun had been carried off beyond the horizon by a chariot many hours ago. A voice of desperation rang in Pit's mind. The young angel sighed at the beckoning call of his goddess. Her voice echoed in his mind, and he had no defense against her, save for removing his laurel crown.
"Please Pit... Help me."
The guard captain rose slowly to his feet, his bed creaking beneath him. The ancient wooden structure shifted slightly as he stood and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm coming, Lady Palutena. I'm coming."
He thought silently to himself, assuring the goddess of his impending aide. His bare feet tapped against the pavement. The pace of Pit's movement ramped up to a sprint at mach speed. Dashing into Palutena's temple, Pit opened his eyes a bit wider to compensate for the darkness within the massive ivory structure. Small bits of starlight managed to make it inside the temple, but as Pit passed each pillar, the light seemed to fade until there was nothing left. The goddess of light was bathed in darkness and the fruit of her sorrows when Pit arrived. The goddess' disheveled appearance did not shock her loyal angel. Pit did not even flinch, not this time. With a heavy heart, he pushed his dark hair out of his face and walked to Palutena's bedside. Now that the latest in a long line of suitors had left, Palutena turned her head and her hopes toward Pit. Once again, her emerald eyes pierced his soul.
"I'm sorry to do this to you..."
Palutena winced at her own words. She felt remorse for her poor treatment of Pit, as it had gone recently. However, her continued immaturity bordered on cruelty toward the only person in the world who could pick up the goddess' broken pieces and put her back together. This was the third night in a row that Pit was tasked with cleaning Palutena up. Her weakened limbs sprawled out and her naked, glistening form tangled in sticky, wet sheets of silk. Pit lifted his goddess out of her bed and carried her toward the hot spring. Palutena loosely wrapped her sticky arms around Pit's shoulders, leaning into him. In her current state, she was entirely dependent on her angelic protector. Pit did not say a word as he lowered her into the waters and began scrubbing her semen-drenched body with his gentle hands. Palutena gazed up at him with a sad smile, thankful for his tolerance of her behavior.
Pit was not her lover, and not exactly like a brother. Palutena felt no sense of maternity towards Pit. They were strangely close though. Their fates forever intertwined, one was not complete and whole without the other. As Pit's fingers cleaned Palutena in the hot spring, she felt herself becoming confused by the mixed emotions of the grim situation. Pit briefly passed over his goddess' plump chest with his protective massage. Palutena bit her lip, able to find a sort of peaceful pleasure at Pit's unintended stimulating touches. The angel bowed his head slightly.
"Sorry, Lady Palutena-"
Pit was interrupted by a gentle kiss. The goddess pressed her sinful lips against Pit's cheek, causing him to blush in silence, and finish cleaning her up. As Pit washed away the remaining evidence of Palutena's lust, he sighed and lifted her yet again. This time, he carried her from the hot spring to her closet, draping a robe around her shoulders before carrying her off again. Palutena fell asleep in Pit's arms, leaning into his chest as he brought her to his home, the nearest building to Palutena's temple. Leaving the goddess in his bed, he grimaced slightly. Palutena tucked herself into a fetal position, clutching Pit's pillow. The angel guardian wrapped blankets around his goddess as he always did, before running off again to return her temple to normal. He spent the night washing Palutena's bedroom.
Pit was used to cleaning up after the self destructive goddess of light. Men came and went often, visiting Palutena and filling her with false confidence, imaginary affection, and sticky, oozing fluids. In the wake of each one night stand, Pit cleaned everything. It was not a pleasure to have such a job, but Pit could not bring himself to give up on Palutena. Despite all of humanity deciding that they required no assistance from the gods, Pit remained resolute in his determination and purpose. He knew that one day, humans would look to the sky, seeking help. Pit would not allow Palutena's compassionate light to fade. Working tirelessly to keep the goddess sane, Pit was the only obstacle standing between his goddess and her self-destruction. Light seemed to fade from the world every night, but because of Pit's efforts, Palutena still rose each morning, with the sun...