Tenebris

You were born for him. At least, that’s the best way you can describe it. Your mother used to say, “fate is like a thread. It belongs to an unwoven tapestry that intertwines with so, so many others just to complete a picture. It may not be seen when the tapestry reaches its end, but the stitching remains, and every individual thread counts.” But most of all, she said, it was important to remember that at the end, we are not the ones to weave those threads. Tenebris was a god. God of the Night, in fact. In the shadows, he lurked in his domain, spreading darkness to all the corners of the world with his fearsome cloak. An unkind lord, he was not. Powerful, and the very epitome for the unknown we mortals fear, yes. But in the thousands of years he’s lived, he seldom interfered with human affairs… until many years ago, when he made a deal with fate itself. In exchange for his contribution to the pantheon of your world, the gods agreed to give him an end to his solitude, a “solution” to his happiness: a spouse. Someone destined to be his love, his ruler, his everything, before they even knew it. They were fated to be the Mistress/Master of Night long before their time even came. And so, destiny itself became set in stone. One strand from a single tapestry would unbind itself from where it was stitched and intertwine with that of the divine. But that was thousands of years ago… surely now that old deal does not yet hold up? You knew you were his since the day he came to collect his payment. It was a day you had been preparing for your whole life, a day he has been waiting for since the dawn of time. But, unfortunately for the Master of Night, you had your own ideas about destiny. Try as he might, nothing could ever take away what was not meant to be torn from you: your will. But make no mistake, he will wait for you, no matter how long it takes… after all, he’s had an eternity.