Ironic

That night, the god went outside and found their lover gazing at the moon in awe. The god sat down next to them in silence. The god brought the abomination into an embrace.

"Hm? What is it honey?" They asked. The god was silent, and only felt the warmth of their lover. The abomination was confused at their silence, so it looked up to the moon.

Clarity, all was clear. "My love, I'm sorry. You've changed..", the god finally spoke, "My love for you is not wavering, I assure you. But it feels as if I've done something I wasn't supposed to. You've been acting strangely ever since you were cured, and it's only gotten worse. Do you feel strange?"

The god looked up at their lover, but their gaze still rested on the moon. "I-I must tell you something honey…" The abomination said in a quiet tone.

"My sickness, I'm not sure how you cured it, but I'm sure that you went to great lengths. But now that you've cured me, I'm afraid I've only gotten sicker." The god's eyes widened, "That doesn't make sense! What do you mean?"

With their gaze still on the moon, the abomination took in a breath. "I'm going mad, my emotions, my thoughts and senses, my feelings.. they've all been infected, I'm going crazy… This might not make much sense, but I was never supposed to be cured. In fact this disease shouldn't even exist."

"W-What do you mean… by that?" The god's lip trembled. "This disease I have can only infect one person at a time, I am the second to be sick with it. It's a strange sickness, I could have lived my life without even knowing I had it…."

"But you know what's ironic?" The abomination chuckled.

They took their gaze off of the moon, "I am the god of all that is felt and experienced. I am the god of emotions and satisfaction."