LONG LIVE THE KING

He was powerful. He was terrifying. He was huge. He had the whole world under his feet, the whole world within his grasp—but to him, she was his world, she meant everything. He was feared by all, but it only mattered that she was scared of him. He was worshipped by billions, yet he worshipped the very ground she walked on. His calloused hands were capable of ripping people apart, yet they only held her with tenderness and possessiveness. His claws ripped out throats, yet they only extended towards her to play with her curls. "For there will be one born from chaos, forged from the ruins and the ashes of the ages. He will be the chosen one, the one to host the darkness. He will be engraved with the lines of the goddesses' touch and the fates will bow to him. But he will be the one to bring forth the carnage, that will end the world's that began under his feet. His light, her darkness. Every darkness needs a light but his will be lost in the times. Betrothed to the darkness, one with it. The cycle will go on till the darkness finds the light, to be one eclipse. For at the end, blood will flow."