(Started due to a prompt with a friend. "I belong with you, you belong with me")
The woman was...gorgeous. A beauty, for sure. Yes, the woman was the Goddess of Beauty and Love, something he wasn't supposed to understand. Remaining hidden in the bushes, the Mayan God of Undead sat quietly, watching the curved woman partner up with every strong-muscled man, or fast-moving archer she could find with a flick of her wrist or the swift kiss of her lips. His hands tightened bitterly along his staff as he heard the tower spin and aim at the protected person.
The God wondered how comforting her embrace was. How gentle she could be, and just how...how nice she might have been. She may have been a temptation in disguise, a curse behind a beautiful face, and yet...
Au Puch rose from his spot and began to spin his staff between his fingers, his bare feet hitting the ground floor without a problem. Aphrodite spun around just in time to see corpses fly her way, and she ducked away immediately. The Mayan now faced against two attackers, but that was alright. He could be hers, and she could be his...
If he just killed her.