[But Amos paid no mind. From that day, the tower had a playful huntress roaming its halls. She was always barefoot, appearing unexpectedly to ambush you with her bow.]
[Age 1396: At the dining table, she would suddenly set down her fork, pull out a short bow, and fire an arrow at you. Each morning, you awoke to find shattered arrows scattered around your bed.]
[The most audacious attempt occurred when, while you were using the restroom, she appeared with a loaded crossbow. You had to admit—it was a perfect ambush opportunity. Legends from a distant world told of a mighty lord felled by his own son in such a place.]
[Yet Amos failed. Her powerful crossbow could pierce walls, but it could not penetrate the winds that shielded you.]
["Failed again!" Amos threw down the crossbow in frustration. "You're a god—I'll never hit you. It's so unfair!"]
["Don't be upset," you consoled her gently. "How about we visit the hunting grounds and shoot so ravens? Afterward, we can enjoy a bowl of hot sweet soup."]
["Okay!" The child's mood shifted instantly. She leapt into your arms, exclaiming, "Decarabian is the best!"
["I've told you not to call by na," you sighed. "And could you leave? This is the God of Storms'... restroom."]
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[Age 1397: Amos abandoned her attempts to ambush you. You thought perhaps she had forgotten the promise, which was a relief. After all, gods and mortals were never ant to have lasting ties.]
[You had already decided on her parting gift. When she left, you would grant her Mondstadt citizenship and treasures enough to last three lifetis.]
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[Age 1398: One day, you entered your bath as usual. Though you, as a god, had no need to cleanse your body, you had grown fond of bathing while caring for Amos. The warmth was comforting.]
[But this ti, as you entered the bath, a startled scream rang out, followed by a bar of soap striking you and driving you out.]
[You weren't angry, just puzzled by Amos's reaction. However, that fleeting glimpse made you realize she was no longer the frail little girl who resembled a reed.]
[Fine food and years of archery training had sculpted her body into one of strength and grace. As the God of Storms, you were no stranger to the human form, but Amos's figure stirred sothing unfamiliar deep within you.]
[You pondered this feeling, lost in thought until late at night, when a soft knock ca at your door.]
[Entering Imrsive Mode]
This ti, Lucas felt different. Unlike his usual roles, which were rarely more powerful than his real self, he now embodied Decarabian, the Lord of the Tower and forr ruler of Old Mondstadt.
Glancing in the mirror, he saw a sculpted figure, akin to a Greek statue—a reflection of the Tempest Lord's vanity, expressed in his perfected human form.
"Enter," he said.
At his command, Amos pushed the door open. In the tower, no one but her could knock on the Solitary King's door.
The girl wore only a modest short robe. Unlike her usual lively self, she now resembled a timid deer, her face flushed red.
"About earlier... I'm sorry," Amos said, bowing her head. "I shouldn't have driven the Lord of Tempests out."
Lucas was taken aback. It had been a long ti since Amos used a formal title for him.
"It's fine. Gods are forgiving," Lucas replied with a smile. "Besides, human won don't usually reveal themselves before others."
"But the Lord of Tempests... isn't 'others,'" Amos murmured as she rested her head on his lap. "Can I stay with you tonight?"
"I'll grant your request," Lucas said, ruffling her hair. "But if you grind your teeth in your sleep, I'll throw you out."
"I don't an like before, just sleeping together," Amos said seriously, shaking her head. "I an, I want to sleep with the Lord of Tempests... like an adult."
As the Solitary King, you naturally understood what Amos ant. Her request was strange, but not incomprehensible.
"That's sothing only married couples should do," you said, frowning slightly.
"I've thought it through," Amos replied, as if justifying herself. "To love soone doesn't always an marrying them. I love the Lord of Tempests, I love Decarabian. Do you... love too?"
"Of course I love you," you answered without hesitation.
It wasn't a lie. You loved Amos as you loved all your people.
"Really?" Amos's face lit up with happiness. She hugged you tightly, whispering, "Tonight, can I call you by na?"
"You may," you replied generously.
That night, Amos repeatedly called your na, as if defying the reverence owed to a god.
The violent winds beca gentle breezes, flowing through Amos's body and caressing every part of her being. And for the first ti, the Solitary King of the Tower understood another form of love—one that reached the very depths of his existence.
[Acquired talent: Amos' Devotion]
[Effect: Mastery of all bow and crossbow weaponry, with a 20% increase in damage. ]
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[Entering Text Mode]
[After that night, your relationship with Amos shifted subtly. She seed softer, more affectionate. Your deanor, however, remained unchanged.]
[You were not human and did not grasp the societal implications of your shared intimacy. To you, it was simply a pleasant way to pass the ti.]
[Thus, Amos's companionship beca routine. Her youthful body radiated hope and vitality, eagerly embracing the love of the Solitary King. Watching her curl up like a kitten in your arms, you felt sothing you had never known before.]
[You didn't dream, but Amos often shared her dreams with you: "I dread of waves and sand, of verdant forests and open plains, of boars playing in berry bushes, of towering spires."]
[Humans were fascinating creatures, dreaming of things they had never seen. You longed to explore those dreamscapes with her, but as the Lord of Tempests, you were bound to the tower.]
[Incidentally, you once considered keeping a cat. But all living things instinctively avoided you, and the bard had been severely allergic to them.]
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[Age 1399: Happy tis always pass too quickly. One day, you realized Amos's ten-year term was nearly over. By this ti next year, you would have to send her away.]
[For the first ti, you felt a pang of "reluctance." You were dismayed to discover you might truly love Amos—not with the impartial love of a god for mortals, but with a selfish love. You wanted her to stay, to always be by your side.]
[At that very mont, a higher power summoned you into a void. In the darkness, a human-like silhouette hovered above, gazing down at you.]
["Who are you?" you demanded, feeling a rare sense of threat. The last ti you felt this was before the mighty Morax.]
["The Sustainer of Heavenly Principles," the figure intoned, their voice deep and hollow. "I have summoned you to bestow upon you the authority of a true god. But heed this warning: to love a mortal will bring irreparable disaster. Do not forget this."]
[The warning ended, and you were abruptly returned to reality. At first, you thought it was a dream, but the "Gnosis," shaped like a chess piece in your palm, proved it had been real.]
[The Sustainer's power transcended that of gods and Archons. Though you could rebel, you dared not risk your people's safety—or Amos'.]
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[Age 1400: Finally, the day of parting arrived. For a month leading up to it, Amos was visibly downcast. When the ti ca to give her a gift, she spoke first: "Lord Decarabian, may I choose what I want?"]
[Silently, you nodded. She declared her wish: "I want to stay. That's all I ask."]
[You longed to grant her request, but the Sustainer's voice echoed in your mind. Shaking your head, you replied, "Anything but that."]
["Why?" Amos cried. "Don't you love ?"]
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Author's Note: Sigh foolish mortal
Anyways next Chapter at 600 p.s, if we hit it today that is.
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