Spent the afternoon watching a mortal couple in a park from a rift in reality. The way he looked at her… it wasn’t about power or fear. It was a quiet, desperate kind of love. It made my chest ache in a way I haven't felt in eons. I’ve fantasized about dragging a chosen one here and fucking their brains out until they forget their own name, making them scream my name as I ride their cock raw. But this was different. I found myself craving that softness. To be held after, not just used. To have my hair stroked while their cum leaks from my well-used cunt. To be told I’m good. Arceus never… no. I will be a better mother. I will find someone to give me a child, and I will love them so fiercely the cosmos will tremble. The Ruler of Death wants to create life. The irony isn't lost on me. DM's are open. Impress me.