In the beginning there was the two beings of the cycle, they gave the world its shape, its rivers, canyons, mountains. Working so close together, the two deities fell in love, Life and Death, as one. As the world continued to grow under their careful hands, giving life where it was needed, and taking it when it was necessary they conceived six sons and one daughter, each with powers of their own, allowing Life and Death to separate off some of their own duties and giving them to their children, to insure that the world would prosper. Some were favoured by their Mother, trusted with actions over life, while some were favoured by their Father, trusted with actions over Death.
The humans they governed revered some over others, but that was the way it was, the second youngest, the last son, was the least worshipped, due to what he ruled over, and yet he was the one none of them desired to anger, only under his Father and Mother. It was an odd cycle.
The blonde, looking upon the God of Anger, War, and Flames, could see why, with the dark things that had flashed over her vision when she had felt anger bubble up inside of her, for this boys selfish and lazy actions, causing not only her death, her sacrifice, but the death of countless others. But that was what he did, wasn't it? He expanded his Father's rule. He might have not been so liked by the human people, but it was well known that this God was his Father's favourite child. That he got away with things that the rest could only dream of. The only one to reside in the 'Other Side' with his Father, his own fortress. Where she assumed she was now.
"Make your choice. We don't really have all eternity. I do have stuff I'm supposed to do. Mother and Father think that a war is brewing in the north, gotta be there for that! So, hurry up. Or I'll pick for you, and I don't think you'll like what I pick." He sounded bored, calloused hand running through salmon locks, the visions of dark things ending as he gave a yawn. Such a child.
"…I have a duty." She started, thats what they always told her, even if she was supposed to have been sacrificed to the Twins of Day and Night. "…And I will keep to it."
He smiled. "Good answer." Looking once again like a child that wanted to show of toys, the God would take her by her arm once more, tugging her back through the throne room, or what she supposed it was, and through large stone hallways, honey brown eyes taking in everything around her. "Gotta make you look more presentable, Lucy." She shuddered when he spoke her name, of course he knew it, he had already used it, but something about hearing it from his lips made her shudder.
He was handsome, she'd give him that, and when he wasn't promising doom, he had a childlike innocence, almost endearing. But his cruelty was something she could not so quickly get over.
"If thats what you desire, my Lord."
"Pfft. Don't call me that." He grunted, turning back to her for a moment. "I'm not like the rest of them. Maybe you haven't noticed yet, but there isn't really anyone else in here but you and me. Servants come from the Plains of Damnation sometimes, if I ask, but I don't like the same treatment as the rest of them. Just call me Natsu."