TheDarkestShinobi: Short Chapter, but they are coming out so quickly that I don't feel bad. This was done the same as the one before, I was just waiting for name responses to be honest.

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Chapter start:

I shouldn't do this, but he has left me no choice. Zoey cannot be allowed to choose wrong, she'll burn, burn like I did, and then the world will be in peril. I believe in free will, it has been gifted to me too, but this one time…

Unless… I made her want him. I shall make her need him.

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It was bright, so very bright.

Heath covered his eyes until he could stand it, until the bright light didn't spot his vision. His skin felt warm, almost hot and uncomfortable, but not. He felt an energy unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He could conquer the world!

A man with light white hair and dark skin stood in front of him. He was even taller than Heath, the tallest person he'd ever seen. His body was wide and strong, thick and muscled. He looked worn and used, but at the same time youthful. Immortal. He looked a little darker than the bronze that decorated the third place football trophy Heath won a few years ago.

He glowed, not in the way that Nyx did when he met her but light like the sun behind a cloud. Only one thing came to Heath's mind. If Nyx was a goddess, he could only be one thing.

"God?" He chuckled.

"A god, not the one you had in mind, I am Kira."

A pause, the both of them were silent, almost awkwardly so. Kira waved his hand around and a small, tiny book seemed to be forms from the wisps of air disturbed by his hand. He made a shooing motion and the book floated to Heath. Heath took it hesitantly, although curious, he didn't even look at the cover as he held it.

"Some things are easier to understand by oneself." Kira said.

"Why?" He took a breath, "Why am I here?"

"I have chosen you,"

Nyx and Kira?

"Nyx chooses many children, too many children. She ignores them when they need her as a result of it. Even now, your night hurts in solitude" he shifted "In mostly solitude while she is elsewhere."

"My night?"

"Zoey."

Silence.

"I have taken you from Nyx before she could complete her hold." He pointed to Heath's arm, where black and red markings formed a sun on his bicep. It looked like no more than a tattoo. It wouldn't single him out the way Zoey's moon isolated her from them all. No one would know he had been marked.

Marked by the sun god?

"You are my only so far, and I do not know what I will do to you, but you will protect her and you will not turn your back on her. I will not let you lose her to the Earth." His voice was bitter, pained. Experience most likely, he used to speak of Zoey like that before he got her back. No, he never planned on leaving her. Still, Kira had said mostly alone.

"Who's with her?" Erik? His blood boiled. His skin hurt again.

"Kalona. You will learn of him, his kind soon. He will tempt her from you if you are not careful."

Kalona. He did not know him but he already hated him. How dare he try to take Zoey from him

"Already, she is losing herself."

Heath felt consumed by his anger, so consumed that Kira watched and fueled the fire with more words, all of them truth. He needed to know what would happen when Heath absorbed all of the energy he had given him. Nyx's children had power when they were the calmness she embodied, so naturally his would be strong with their energy. What power had he given the man? Heath roared out in pain, no, anger.

He changed.

Fingers grew closer and hard, sharp. Arms distorted, knees bent the other way. He grew bigger and hairy; a snout instead of a nose. Kira's eyebrows shot up and Heath growled out lowly as his paws scratched on the ground. Heath, a wolf with red eyes, looked straight at the god. He was the size of a horse and he could only imagine Zoey on his back wielding the elements. They would be a perfect duo.

Like they were.

"I guess that's what happens."

He continued to growl and snorted. Kira walked closer to him and put his hand on Heath's head and watched him transform back. Heath's red eyes were wide with fear, not fear of his god, but of himself.

"You can control it, I'll help you. We'll work through this."

They would.

Kira may have lost Nyx.

But Heath wouldn't lose Zoey.

…

"I don't know this place."

I really don't. We've walked forever, shifting clothes and styles, backgrounds and houses. He's asked me questions that I've tried to answer. I've done the same to him

Yes I remember here, I had my Jr. Prom here, want to dance?

Oh Aya, here is when I first laid eyes on you, it hasn't changed a bit

I sprained my wrist here as a kid. I wonder if I can do the monkey bars now.

We walked through the memories of my lives, our lives, hand in hand, together. Unlike before, when we walked all the lives we could have shared, here we walked the lives we already had.

"Neither do I, a place for future memories." Somehow I knew he was lying.

"Don't lie to me," I said softly. My current outfit was white and flowing. Like a ghost. He was in black pants and a green cotton shirt. I looked up at him and he lifted me up like a doll, like a princess.

He fell backwards and I was on top of him. I giggled. He kissed my ear.

"Here my love, is where I first…" He paused before rolling.

I was hyper aware now, his leg in between mine, his head above mine. His chest pressed against my breast. One hand on my hip, the other next to my head. I gulped.

"This is the very same place I first made you mine." Voice low, seductive, guttural. I arched up, his leg giving me needed friction. He moved closer, mending out bodies together. "and I should very much like to make you mine again."

I let out a wanton sigh.

"You know what you need to do," he whispered into my ear. I had to reject Nyx. "Please Aya, you know what you deny us both. I need your love, and you need mine." I wouldn't deny it anymore.

But could I deny Her?

In this very spot. He made me his.

In this very spot….

He had caressed me. His giant arms made me feel tiny, but my body was long and thick. There were many curves for him to grab, and he held them all. I was a fully formed woman then, made for him and only him. My hair a very dark brown and shiny, curled thickly, he enjoyed running his fingers through it; he was so gentle with me.

He and I became one, one with each other, one with the Earth.

He moved inside me, he was my first and only in that body. Our lips mended perfectly, our bodies fit like puzzle pieces, each move sent me higher and higher and lit me on fire, and he let his lust and love known. I was so full. I was full of him, of love. Nothing could compete with this, except the thing building in my body. At the peak, life was bliss and perfect, I never wanted the moment to end. I wanted this feeling to last as long as possible.

In an instant, the perfect instant, we were frozen.

Our bodies wrapped around each other, interlocked with each other. My hand was on his back, the other in his hair. My leg around his waist, the other held up by his hand. It held me in place. My hair splayed out beneath me. Our bodies spoke of love for even the darkest hearts, of lust of sculptured bodies, of a chance to be greater than your purpose. We weren't. His purpose was to destroy, and mine was to stop him. We fell in love and in lust.

Here, in this very spot, lifetimes ago, I took him into me and we became one. Why fight what I was made to do, who I was made to love? I wouldn't. He wouldn't. That moment is one people wished to last forever, or at least centuries, millenniums, as long as possible, so that they did not have to come down from that peak. In that moment, I wished that it would last.

It did.

TDS: Very soon, the story of Kira and Nyx, I thnk. Excited? Don't forget to vote on the tumblr poll!