The Human With A Marionette’s Body
The Second God's POV:
With a bang, life sprang into being…But mine began with a cry. She wasn't half the size of my palm, yet her body weighed heavy in my grasp. She would die, they said–Just like my wife who died bringing that bundle of joy into the world. I couldn't let that happen; it was the last gift she'd left me with.
'Take good care of our girl.' Her last word kept me going, one way or the other I was going to save my little girl.
But alas, her mortal shell was a waiting coffin, and sooner or later her body would be forced to lay in it. Our little girl dying? I couldn't accept it. I wanted her to live forever, if not to uphold my promise to her mother, then to cherish the gifts of life.
"Cassiopeia," I muttered under the starry night, my eyes gazing at the constellation at one specific star. It had been waning for years, and much like my little girl's heart, its end was near in sight.