Ring of the Underworld

Chapter 1 - Genesis

There were once two gods in love. They had a passionate and fiery, beautiful and pure form of love. But the two gods came from enemy realms. Thus, they were forbidden to ever see each other, let alone to ever touch, for if they tried they would cease to exist. But not all hope was lost. The two gods found ways to talk to each other, using the world between theirs, Midworld: the land of mortals. The god in High Realm - a place of life, beauty, and radiance - threw stars into Midworld's night sky, forming secret messages from the forms the stars would make. The god in the Underworld - a place of death, destruction, and agony - threaded shadows onto Midworld's lands, using the shadows as a token to show their love. Eventually, the two gods decided to descend upon Midworld and meet each other in person for real. During Midworld's nighttime, the two gods descended upon Midworld, taking mortal forms. The two gods decided to meet each other under a large oak tree, in the middle of a vast forest. There the two gods finally embraced each other and spent their time together under the moonlit night. Then when daybreak came, the two gods went back to their worlds. The two gods continued the same routine for the next night, the night after that, and so forth.

Until one day the god of High Realm never came. They had been killed when the other High Realm gods learned of their excursions to Midworld. The god of the Underworld, mourning and enraged, descended upon Midworld, and began to slaughter the precious followers of the High Realm gods. Day after day, night after night, the god of the Underworld murdered thousands upon thousands. Until a ray of light pierced the dark skies the god of the Underworld left in their wake. Suddenly, thousands upon thousands of crystal projectiles rained down upon where the god of the Underworld stood. The rain of crystals rained down like a rainbow, full of vibrant and multi-colored stones. The god of the Underworld was then burned by each fragment that fell to Midworld. Falling to their knees. The god of the Underworld then let out a monstrous cry, almost like that of an animal mourning a dead family member. The god of then returned back to their home in the Underworld, saddened and partnerless.

It isn't a very happy story. Not every one is. But if these two gods loved each other, in the truest form or way, could their actions have been justified? People say that love is a mortal emotion, as is hate. Then, for the two gods in love, does that make them more human? Or the human more divine?