"Lord Xaloc, the master of Sanya and god of hate. You poison the mind of the masses and bring reprieve to the hopeless. I pray for your attention. I pray for you to listen. My lover is extremely shameless and cruel, he used me all night for his pleasure and dumped me on the cold bed when he was satiated, he…."
"Shut up!" Xaloc growled from behind him.
Jamal blinked his eyes and turned around innocently to see Xaloc. The other was dressed in a long, soft tunic tied in front with a belt to better define the body.
"My love, you have woken up?"
"Jamal…" Xaloc growled with anger. Being a god had its perks but it came with responsibilities, morning, afternoon, and night, Xaloc's ears bleed with the incessant prayers that he received and with each prayer, a thread was formed.
