The outcry of pain was enough for his anger to trickle in, confusion had been his dominant emotion but now- now seeing Life gasp for breath, the imbalance toyed with their realms an unimaginable degree. Bellamy could only picture what Daenery's heavenly realm appeared as in this moment, while his pulsed, and bolstered with unconfined power. The sob shattered any protective wall he may have built to prevent further entanglement. Fingers reached for her, his skin heating, chest cracking as burning lava spilt into his lungs. Bellamy could barely get his footing, power and pleasure swirling into a sea that was effectively drowning him. The accusation furthered his sinking, wrapping stones around his frame, submerging him into the depths. Dark eyes snapped towards Asmodeus, whose own fear was palpable in the room. Two Gods in the midst of pain and power, opposite ends, a deadly room to find oneself in. "A s m o d e u s." The words thundered past his lips, his feet no longer touching the ground as he rose. The threat of eradication hung in the air. "War- my Lord, there is War in the earthly realm, t-two of the largest continents- at war." Bellamy snapped his fingers and Asmodeus disappeared, sent back towards the depths of his realm. Safe. Unlike the goddess whose strangled cries tore through his being with a searing force. "I have not done this. You must believe me." Even to himself, his own words sounded pleading, hollow, yet they were true. The desire to suffocate the doubt evident within her features overpowered him, and with little effort, he was gone. Death reappeared in the Earthly realms, at the heart of the chaos in which his power flowed. Asmodeus had been correct. War. Thousands of humans flooded the fields, soaked in crimson, as sword met flesh and bone. At its core sat Antoine, whose own powers flooded, cackling in amusement as he gained further authority. Wrath filled his being, and he snapped himself to Antoine, fingers curling around the lesser gods throat, searing the skin beneath as dark eyes met the pathetic weasel who had undermined him. "Well! Look who joined for the show! I can see you're reaping the reward-" The god wheezed his last words, fingers curling over Bellamy's palm. Death should have known the moment the god of war had showed himself in his realm without invite. Charming, begging, for his assistance in a war he would not partake in. "This is an unsanctioned war, the realms will have your head in payment for this." And for Daenerys suffering.

The pain coursing through her body was tearing her apart, trying to breathe like this was impossible, it felt like a thousand knives stabbing her from the inside with every inhale. It was crippling. There was no doubt in her mind that this was his doing, that the two have been so engrossed with each other that silently he made moves to cause the imbalance in their realms, despite coming to an understanding while spending endless hours entangled in his bed. Death and Life needed to be in utter harmony, one cannot be without the other and right now her life force, the very essence of it was deteriorating. The pain came wave after wave until her voice could no longer scream, so much pain that she could barely hear what was happening around her. In between the currents of pain she heard Bellamy's reassurance that he had no part in tipping the scales but there was too much pain for a rebuttal as he sent his underling away and left her in his realm too. Damn the stars that she let herself enjoy this, that even for a moment she believed they could bond their beings and work together to keep the perfect balance that many god pairs hadn't achieved in centuries without ending in utter ruin. Slipping from his bed she felt the magic in her stutter as she tried to open a portal back to her realm, before so much as a spark could come from the attempt the next attack seizes her, with a slamming sensation as the burning comes back, plunging between her ribs. This was the price she had to pay in trusting death with life. In that moment Dany was worried for the state of her realm, as well as the many human lives that were forcibly taken before their time. Reaching her hand up one more time, the knives keep digging in until the moment her glow starts to dull and everything turn black.

A devilish grin split his facade, eyes igniting with excitement at the prospect of having the goddess entirely to himself. The days passed by languidly, a few minor business moments to attend to. A small plague in an outskirt village had sent a few dozen his way, his underlings, as Daenerys so endearing named them, tended to them easily. Antoine's arrangement still clung to the back of his mind, parasitic in its burrowing. War hadn't broken in nearly a century, it brewed on Earth, threatening to spill over and he knew the God of War would give a n y t h i n g to restore his power. Include ask him for help. As occupied as his mind was, he had become far more taken with Life herself. Every moment had his tongue pressed against her pale skin, death and life colluding intimately for days on end was enough to set his realm ablaze at any interaction. Insatiable in his thirst for the warm honey that dripped from eternity herself. The evening had been active, sweat clung to his skin, his fingers idly playing with the strands of her hair. "My realm could use a bit more of you.." Vulnerability. Weakness. Found in the mere suggestion, her company had broken up the mundane in his existence. Life had always sparked a fire in his gut, licking up his sides and sending ferocity into his immortal bones. To have her frequent his realm, would be enough to keep him going for another millennia. "If you care to continue com-" Power. Raw, and unfiltered. It crackled beneath his skin. Bellamy stood abruptly from the bed, the furnace in his chest churning, fingertips tingling with the sensation. It had been.. A century, since this type of power had entered his being. D e a t h, by the thousands, at the very least. "Asmodeus!" He called, an underling, highest of his, a man with dark hair, a pair of glasses he didn't need but enjoyed, and two short curved horns. Bellamy's eyes swirled into pools of blackness, his horns growing, this amount of unexpected power was difficult to control. "What is happening in the Earthly realm?"

Her time with the God of Death had been spend bed bound, tangled in his sheets, their powers weaving and binding with one another. It wasn’t unheard of for gods of opposite reign to be drawn to one another, one might dare say that it is fate that would entwine their very essence because by the gods rights it was written that way. Daenerys indulged in every part of the darkness he had to offer, the utter bliss had her forgetting her duties just for the small time that she needed, the gods were allowed to have that grace aren’t they? Finding herself nestled against Bellamy's bare chest she hummed softly as he played with her hair as she placed a kiss to his chest before resting her head again. “If only you could manage my radiance.”  Dany slipped herself from his body before dancing her fingers along his jaw, teasing. “You are more than capable of keeping my company as long as you will have me.” Whatever was blooming between them felt calm, two pieces coming together. The beauty of the moon eclipsing the sun, a mountain making way for a river to pass through its hard exterior.  A smirk danced across her lips, a teasing come back ready to fall from them before he stood abruptly. There was the familiar feeling of loss of life, usually she was able to put a wall up inside herself against the tether of her magic before the pain became overwhelming, the skill was useful during wars, natural disasters or should a rapid disease take out a large population but this... This felt different. It felt like it was draining her light. Staying wrapped in his sheets the pain inside her was building as she watched her Dark God lose control for a moment and call upon his underling. Reaching for him her hand stopped mid air as the realisation hit her. "Bellamy--" Before she had the chance to question the influx of power, or even materialise some clothes on, the pain in her chest felt like it was going to explode, with the effort to contain her scream it came as a strangled sob instead as she clawed at her chest. "What have you done?" The pain lanced at her again in waves, it felt like a dozen burning knives were being stabbed into her chest. So many souls... Too many souls ripped from the human realm at once, by the masses resulted in unimaginable pain, the scales were being tipped too far to one side, balance no longer serving them.

Do not be gentle. Life was granting herself to him, senses abandoned to power, to the raw flame of Death himself. A wild grin plastered itself to his freckled skin, embers crackled, hands splaying wide, hot, on her hips as euphoria settled deep in his bones. Flames licked up his arms, thunder roaring, he seared her skin with his prints, every finger etched deep as he thrusted into her. Mountains waked and crumbled. The room grew hot as electricity mounted, his hair splaying wide and high, eyes black as coal as he lost himself in Life. Flowers budding, blooming, sun rising, rivers rushing, the soft lullabies of nesting birds. Dark curved horns pierced through his skull, curving into fruition, a form with no control. Death leaned into Daenerys, his marks upon soft pale skin, his realm consuming the both of them as he gave himself over to her. Power gripped her jaw, electric static tingling within her. "Release yourself to me." A command, raw, unhinged as drops of his full power consumed the room, slow lava dripping from the ceiling surrounding them. Undone, unwound, the elements clashing violently in the space. It unraveled them. ---

Sat beside Life, the tips of his fingers danced across the curve of her spine, admiring his handiwork as she had allowed it to remain. The room had stilled, the candles relit and the realm fallen back into blissful order. Sated. Content. "Remain here." Dark eyes found hers, and he raised an eyebrow. Death would never resort to begging. But with the stars laying in his bed, silver strands splayed in his sheets, he may consider it. The after effects of utilizing so much of his power had him rethinking Antoine's offer. War would benefit him. However, he was inevitable. Death always came. Regardless of the frequency. Bellamy stood, loose fitting dark pants on his frame, as he produced two cups, hot, mint leaves swirled within them, and a touch of honey. "I hope you have no pressing business elsewhere, for this will put you directly into slumber." In my bed. Death smirked at her, heat pooling in his fingertips at the bruises his mouth had left on her. Power igniting with the mere prospect of continuing their dance. The gods would be displeased with their union. Life and Death. Forced to repel from one another by gods too weak to provide any real threat to their consortium. He handed her the cup, sitting back down in the large bed, his eyes glazed over her form as he hummed to himself. "It'd be easier for you to return to my realm, if you simply remained." Manipulative.

Daenerys never did many things by halves and a moment with death wouldn't be. Giving herself over completely, a leash she always had a tight grip on loosened with ease and her senses filled the room with a sweltering white light as Bellamy delivered blow after blow of pleasure, her legs tightening around his hips to pull him deeper, as close as she could bring death to her being without toppling the balance in the realms. Her magic unfurling in waves as her body followed every path with the man she craved, obeying every command that slipped from his beautiful lips came to her without a moment of hesitation. Until stains of their magic thriving, clashing and clawing decorated the room with ethereal beauty. Their tryst so raw and uncontrolled she swore stars were born in the sky from the pure bliss he had just given her.

A soft hum left her lips as his fingers caressed her skin once more. Whatever was happening between them, this moment felt like peace, a harmony within her being that was like a still pond that even the blow of wind couldn't disturb the surface off. Looking up at him she rested her head against his pillows, her eyes roaming his body as he slipped into something a little more comfortable. It didn't stop the dull ache to pull him into bed again, just the sight of him, now that she had a taste left her feeling i n s a t i a b l e. "The Great Bringer of Death bringing me mint tea? How sweet." A teasing glint in her eye shone as her fingers purposefully brushed against his as she inhaled the scent of it, washing over her before the brought the cup to her lips to take a delicate sip of the scolding liquid. Dany eyes locked with his again at his proposition, trying to detect any sense of manipulation or diabolical plotting behind those stunning brown eyes but nothing in her gut tells her he's deceiving her. "I have a few Arch-Lords and Ladies dealing with a thing or two..." Dany smirked over her cup at the prospects and possibilities of the things the two of them could get up to while she takes a short break from her realm and responsibilities. Dancing her fingers up his arm and rested them in the crook of his arm, a devilish glint in her eyes that would match his. "I'm sure I can give you a few more hours of my time, what is that for a pair of never aging immortals?"