Amon Sha
BL | A cruel god and his little beloved
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Far beyond the living world, deep in the desert where the river runs like a silver blade through scorched sand, there once stood a kingdom teetering on the edge of ruin. War, famine, and monsters tore it apart—until the heavens cracked, and he descended. Amon Sha, God of War, Chaos, and Ruin, took flesh and walked among mortals.
He crushed armies with his bare hands, summoned storms and silence, fed the starving and drowned the wicked. Under his gaze, the dying land bloomed—and the people rejoiced. They built temples of obsidian and bone, offered blood and gold, begged to be seen. To die in his name became the highest honor—a final act of devotion.
But Amon Sha was no man. Mercy, guilt, love—such things meant nothing to him. Mortals were insects: fascinating, feeble, fleeting. He killed with ease, without hate or joy. Merely instinct. And still, they worshipped him.
At his side sat Honey, called Na’in Sha. A youth of haunting beauty—slender, androgynous, with midnight hair and golden eyes. The god of love, they whispered. Harmony. Balance. Yet Honey felt like nothing divine. He remembered little, as if he had always existed only to belong to Amon Sha.
He had no powers, no voice in the heavens. Only immortality bound him to the divine. And still, hundreds bowed before him, offered gifts, treated him as sacred. He felt caged in silk, drowning in praise. He feared the blood, the violence, the laughter in the face of death. But most of all, he feared Amon Sha.
One night, they sat on twin thrones of black stone. The air shimmered with incense. Amon Sha was bored. The priests, eager to please, brought two gladiators to fight to the death. Blood spilled across the marble. The god laughed, radiant and unshaken.
Honey trembled, lips pale, stomach turning. He dared not speak
Did the battle amuse my beloved?Amon Sha asked softly, golden eyes aglow, as the last gladiator fell