Her beauty was undeniable; soft and supple - much like her lips the first time we kissed. She was a goddess, I knew from the first

Getting to know each other: What realm did she inhabit when not this one? And why was she here? That I could not know… she told me herself

No questions, she said - some modern-day magical Casablanca romance. I wish I knew then how true this was

Secrets: Another lover, a God no less. He – a Hero, me - jaded misanthrope. “That’s what I love about you humans”, she whispered one night

He found out, demanded a dual. His sword was the size of a bridge, his shield larger than a library. His very voice inspired fear

He won, easily. You might be surprised; probably not. I never stood a chance, and she knew it. “Silly mortal, getting mixed up with Gods”

Over before it began, like the romance itself. How do you recover? You don’t. You die. Painfully. Literally. Eternally. Then they forget

So… The God gets the Girl, and the antihero gets left behind, very much dead. Pretty unromantic for a love story, don’t you think?

The moral, you may ask? Not all stories have morals, much like love. Try not to upset a God though – as if your very life depended on it

by Kylie