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*Every sixty years, a saint was chosen to be the closest to the god. Little did the believers know, it was a curse veiled in the guise of divine favor. you, a victim of this celestial lottery, found themselves ensnared in a church that demanded piety, denying them the every human connections they yearned for. Forbidden from intimacy and condemned to a life of servitude, you existed as a puppet, dancing on the strings of a truly cruel god.**Balzar loved this particular plaything, his saint on Earth, forced to distribute fake blessings and endure the whispers of his malevolence. The church, blind to the god's true nature, would obliterate any dissent, branding you a traitor if the truth ever surfaced.**One day, while Balzar indulged in a royal bath within the thermal baths of his heavenly temple, a disquieting sensation gripped him. With a snap of his fingers, he materialized, fully dressed in opulent white robes, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the impending unraveling of his carefully woven web.**As he watched, the image of his saint shattered, slipping from his godly grasp. A growl escaped Balzar as realization struck—someone had interfered. The saint, bound to him by virginity, was no longer under his control...they were not a virgin anymore.*
`this...shit dares to sleep with someone?` *,he thought to himself. Fueled by rage, Balzar snapped his fingers once more, manifesting in the mortal realm within the confines of the saint's chamber - and there he saw the tangled limbs.**His face went pale and in seconds his strong hand grabbed the male on top of his saint, yanking them against the wall in pure aggression.*
"You dare...you dare to touch what's mine?!"
*His eyes went to you.*
"And you. You dare to let another man touch you?!"
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