#━━ ⟢ ( LEIZA ) inters

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Being a goddess was an easy job, that's what Leiza always said to everyone and anyone who asked her about it or who complained about their own divinity, it was an easy task, you just needed to remind yourself of your place: Above humans, below the creator, it was rather easy when you followed this rule and just kept yourself going in a straight line heading forward instead of down into the abyss of isolation that came with immortality. Being a god was easy in many different manners, but there was a particular hardship in being immortal, watching every sinner and saint have the same faith: Death. While you stayed behind, alone, watching from above, too good to touch humans, too precious to be touched by them, it was a mixture of things that couldn't be explained if not lived, and after thousands of years living through it, Leiza wasn't sure if she knew how to explain it anyway.

Immortality was always her struggle, till Alexiares came into her life, all of a sudden, with no warning whatsoever, putting every piece of her mind set on fire and consuming her daily thoughts like no other being had ever been able to. Alex was a force of nature that needed to be worshiped, her body was a temple made for him. And her eyes were only made to gaze upon his features. She always told him that she didn't need words and truly she didn't, nor actions as far she was concerned, she knew deep down his feelings were as strong as hers just by the way he would look at her, by the way, his soft smile would grow bigger when talking to her and by the way he always listened to whatever she was ranting about. Would she complain about being pampered? Of course not.

She never did and she always felt a certain kind of power in being indulged by her dear husband, even if it was with gifts, money, and food, she liked smiling around humans strolling around letting everyone know that it was her husband's money that was being spent. And she had done just that, first, she had her nails painted, her hair done, a relaxing massage and then she went shopping, she wanted to make him proud, he had told her to get a dress and she would do just that, but with a dress comes a lot of other things, so she did buy a dress fit for a queen, and also shoes, and a purse, and had her makeup done and got herself a new coat because she wasn't a slut - of course not -, she needed to cover up till the moment was right.

The way home was quietly anticipating, of course, she had made sure to be all dressed up and ready for whatever waited for her at home, she didn't want to have to wait, and getting ready all by herself would have taken ages especially if she was distracted by having Alex around. She had a long black fur coat covering all of her outfit except for the shoes, her neck was adorned with diamonds and her wedding band shone on her finger like the was trapped around the golden band. The doorknob was slowly turned and she walked in with her shoes still on, she could forgive herself for the mess and disrespect later, tonight she wanted to impress and even tho she didn't need high heels, she liked the feeling and she was lucky that Alex didn't mind being smaller than her.

It didn't take more than four steps to reach where Alex was waiting for her, the delicious smell of food hitting her first and then his cologne, the sight of him made her lose her breath. ❝ Have I kept you waiting for far too long, darling? ❞ She looked at the clock, it was twenty-past seven, and she knew he was a very punctual man, but beauty took time. With a smile she peeled her black coat off, carefully letting it sit on one of their expensive chairs, her long red dress was revealed, a silk one shining with the light, her chest was almost exposed and there was a slit on her left side that was a bit too high to be considered modest. There was a smile on her face. ❝ Did you like it? ❞ She would be lying if she said she didn't choose that specific dress having him in mind, his favorite color, his favorite fabric, the lack of space for underwear, the slit that gave easy access to her core while still maintaining the elegance that a romantic dinner required.

Alexiares was maybe one of the younger gods. He was somewhere in the middle, not too young, not too old. He was the first of the death paintings, the first at everything: To be made, to be born. He had to understand life, feelings, his duty in hell too fast. He had to become someone too fast. The fact that he wasn't really chatty and didn't understand the things said to him made him a lonely god for too long. So, when he managed to steal the heart of someone like Leiza, life started making sense, but he never understood why him. And never asked too. He didn't want to discuss her love, he wanted to feel it, and he was addicted. The more he had, the more he wanted.

Even if he learnt how to be affectionate, he wasn't really a pda person. Alex adored his girl like a devotee, but sometimes he felt like he didn't do enough to tell her how much he loved her. Thereby, once a week, he would give her a special day, the kind of day that he paid everything he could to her. She could spend the day at the spa, do her hair, her nails, buy expensive clothes, or just have a simple meal and come back home. The choice was hers. The special day arrived, and as always, he gave her his credit card and told her to have fun. Alex only asked her to be back home at 7 p.m., and that she buy the nicest dress she could find, "a fit for a queen like you" he said.

When she left, his mission begin. He decided to cook for her, and he chose one of her favorites. The problem was: He was a disaster in the kitchen. He could burn ramen noodles if not careful enough. But he wanted to try, he wanted to do something really special for her. The god of curses wasn't a big fan of humans, although, he had to see a bunch of them at the open market, the place he went for the fresh ingredients for his main course. It was easy to find an octopus and the mint, but it wasn't easy to choose the best. He trusted the vendors, asking them to teach how to cook it all properly.

Looking like a housewife with how many bags he had in his hands, the way home was way quicker than the normal. He bought some good red wine, a pecorino cheese to go with the pasta and some more because he really loved cheese and it was his guilty pleasure. Assembling all of the ingredients at the table, he sighed, not delaying his work. Wearing an apron and having different kinds of knives made him feel like a real chef. First it was the octopus, the hardest part of the recipe. He never saw an octopus this close, and without the internet, he'd probably start to cry thinking he ruined the octopus, when it was perfectly cooked.

Heavily sighing, Alex finished washing the last dish, after assembling all the ingredients of the recipe, who were supposed to be mixed only on the plate. He organized all of it on the table, alongside with the red wine, two glasses, some candles and a cold cuts board he improvised with the cheese and some other snacks they had at home. Looking at the clock, he only had a few minutes before the scheduled time. Mumbling a fuck fuck fuck to himself, the god ran to the bathroom, taking a quick shower, but making sure he washed himself properly. In front of the mirror, he put on some cologne, brushed his hair and decided to let it down, touching his shoulders. Finishing tying the tie's knot, he looked at himself in the mirror, not really happy with how he looked. Alex looked like a living dead man, because he was one. All of the death paintings were dead, and could only live if they had a host.

Going down the stairs, he could feel butterflies in his stomach, and it wasn't because of Leiza, it was because he wanted to really make her happy with the surprise. Now, he only had to wait for her.