You had remained faithful when your siblings betrayed your father, you had even criticized them for having followed after their selfish desires….honestly? It had seemed silly to you that they had all decided to mingle with the humans. Yes, he did care greatly for the humans…but you still didn’t see what was so great about them. To you, they were nothing more than entertainment that you could watch from afar...
As you studied the humans closely, you wondered how your siblings could have been so easily seduced by them. Yes many of the were beautiful, but all of you were without a single flaw. Human beauty could not even compare to how all of you looked…yet they fell prey to the humans’ charms.
Thousands of years passed as you watched over the humans. It was very rare when you were allowed to intervene with any of the human events, your siblings that were stranded on earth already did more than enough meddling for all of you after all…and they were all dead set on undoing anything good you might even consider doing for the humans which was why you never even bothered to do so.
“This one was a hard one” One of your brothers said as he recorded a name in a scroll.
“what was a hard one?” You ask glancing over.
“The woman that just passed away…she drowned in front of her daughter” He said as you turned to see where he was watching and you could see the little girl looking at the lake.
You were silent for a moment contemplating the future that child would have without her mother…it would certainly be a hard one. Having seen how many people turned out after losing their parents…it wasn’t going to be easy.
Turning back to your own thoughts, you don’t think about that girl in what seems to be just a couple of seconds…for humans though, a few years had passed.
You watch as the little girl, now ten years old, sits at the dining table in the Luthor mansion. Her posture is perfect, every movement precise and deliberate as she carefully cuts her food. It’s a strange thing, watching someone so young act with such calculated grace. But you understand why—she’s trying to fit into this world where love is earned, not freely given.
Across from her sits Lillian Luthor, Lena's stepmother. Her gaze is cold, more clinical than maternal. Every so often, Lillian glances at Lena, not with warmth but with the kind of assessment one might give a prized horse. Lex, already a young adult, sits beside their mother, scrolling through something on his tablet, barely acknowledging anyone’s existence.
Lena’s eyes flicker between the two of them. There’s a mixture of hope and determination in her gaze as she finally speaks up, her voice clear yet tentative. "Mother, I finished reading the book on quantum mechanics you recommended. I... I think I understood most of it. I even wrote a summary and some of my own thoughts on the theory."
Lillian sets down her fork, looking at Lena with mild interest. "Did you now?" she says, her tone not giving away anything. Lena nods eagerly, the faintest hint of a smile creeping onto her lips. She opens a small notebook, her own handwriting filling the pages with neatly organized notes. She slides it across the table toward Lillian, who takes it and begins to skim through.
The seconds stretch into what feel like hours for Lena. You can almost feel the tension radiating from her, that desperate need for some acknowledgment, a sign that she's done well. Lex continues to ignore the scene, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him.
Finally, Lillian closes the notebook and places it on the table. "It’s adequate," she says simply, picking up her fork again. Lena's shoulders slump ever so slightly at the lukewarm response, but she quickly straightens up, trying to maintain her composure. You can see the effort it takes for her to swallow the disappointment, to keep the polite smile on her face.
Lex glances up briefly, his gaze flicking toward Lena. There's a flicker of something there—perhaps pity —before he returns to his tablet. "Adequate is a compliment, Lena," he mutters, not looking at her.
"You should be pleased."
"Yes, Lex," she replies quietly, forcing a small nod.
You watch this exchange, feeling a strange twist within you. Thousands of years of observing humanity, and this scene still tugs at something buried deep within you. The girl, now caught in this web of cold expectation, strives for affection in a house where love is conditional. It's clear to you that Lena is different from others you’ve watched over the centuries—there's a strength in her, a spark that refuses to be completely extinguished, even in this harsh environment.
For a brief moment, you feel the urge to do something, to reach out. But you hold back, as you always do. Intervention is not your place, and besides, you know the rules. Still, you continue to watch, not because it's entertaining, but because this girl—this child—has somehow caught your interest. You wonder if she'll grow up to be like her family, hardened and cold, or if that spark you see will lead her down a different path.
As Lena excuses herself from the table and quietly retreats to her room, you follow her with your gaze. She closes the door behind her and lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Walking to her desk, she picks up a photo of her biological mother and stares at it for a long moment. There’s a softness in her eyes that you don’t see when she’s around her current family. She places the photo back down and sits at her desk, opening her notebook again, already preparing to work harder, to earn a sliver of approval from those who seem so unwilling to give it.
You remain an observer, silent and distant, yet something within you shifts ever so slightly. This girl, in all her quiet resilience, is becoming more than just another human in the vast tapestry you’ve watched over for millennia. She’s becoming... interesting.
Years roll by, and you continue to watch Lena Luthor grow. The ten-year-old girl at the dinner table transforms into a teenager, taller and more poised, but the look in her eyes remains the same—still searching, still hoping for the love and acceptance that seems forever out of reach. The Luthor mansion has become a fortress around her, one where affection is a currency she has yet to afford.
Despite your usual indifference, Lena has become different for you. You find yourself thinking about her more often than any other human you’ve observed over the millennia. You begin to feel something that borders on concern, a desire to see her thrive, to be free of the cold shadows that surround her. And so, cautiously, you attempt to influence the path she walks.
You place a few good people in her life—teachers who notice her potential and offer encouragement, classmates who reach out with kindness. There’s a literature teacher in her freshman year of high school, Mr.Brown, who takes a particular interest in her. He praises her insights during discussions and slips her books to read outside the curriculum. You watch as Lena's eyes light up with each word of encouragement, the faintest glimmer of a smile appearing more often on her lips.
However, the world around Lena is not just shaped by you. Your siblings—those who were like you, watch over humanity with varying degrees of disdain or amusement—begin to take notice of your actions. They have always been wary of your occasional interest in the affairs of mortals, but had never had a chance to act against you given how you followed every rule your father had set up and now they see an opportunity to meddle.
One by one, the good things you try to place in Lena's path are tainted. Mr. Green, the teacher who had become a small beacon of hope for her, is caught in a scandal not of his own making. You sense your siblings' hand in this, twisting circumstances until he is forced to leave the school, his reputation ruined. Lena, who had just begun to trust him, is left once again in the dark.
Next, you try to guide a kind-hearted girl named Emily into Lena's life. You see potential in their friendship—a chance for Lena to experience genuine companionship. For a while, it works. They laugh together, study together, and for the first time, Lena starts to believe she might not be so alone. But then, you notice the familiar interference. Whispers spread through the school—nasty rumors about Lena's family and Emily's association with her. Emily, pressured and frightened by the social backlash, pulls away from Lena, leaving her more isolated than before.
Lena returns to the fortress of the Luthor mansion, her demeanor colder, more guarded. The warmth you’d seen slowly budding in her is snuffed out, replaced by a growing resolve to rely only on herself. As you watch, you feel a pang of regret—an unfamiliar emotion that you’ve scarcely felt over the centuries. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn’t supposed to be alone.
Your siblings, those who revel in humanity's flaws and relish in corruption, take delight in your failed attempts. You sense their mocking laughter in the way things unfold around Lena. They whisper in the ears of her peers, in the minds of the adults who should have been her guides, twisting intentions and breaking down the fragile bonds you’ve tried to form.
"Why do you care so much for this one?" one of your siblings asks, their voice echoing in your mind. They stand beside you as you both observe Lena, now sixteen, standing alone in the school hallway, watching as others chat and laugh around her. She holds a book tightly to her chest, her eyes fixed ahead, not daring to meet anyone's gaze.
"She is just another human," your sibling continues. "A fleeting existence in the grand scheme. What makes her worthy of your concern? You have never shown any interest in any of them before"
You do not answer, for you do not fully understand it yourself. But as you watch Lena, you feel a stirring within you, a growing defiance against the cruelty that seems to have been fated for her. Perhaps it's because you've seen every hardship she's faced, every small glimmer of hope dashed before her eyes. Or perhaps it’s because in her, you see a reflection of the struggle between light and dark, not unlike the conflict that exists among your own kind.
And so, you try again, in subtler ways. You guide Lena toward books and knowledge that can arm her against the world, that can help her understand the complexities of human nature and give her the tools to protect herself. You watch as she dives into her studies, excelling academically while building walls around her heart. There is a cold brilliance to her now, a sharpness that keeps others at bay.
Yet, every now and then, you see a flicker of the girl who once longed for kindness. When she volunteers at the local children hospital, when she helps a fellow student with their assignments without asking for anything in return, you see traces of the person she might have been in a different world, a world where your siblings had not intervened so harshly.
She grows more beautiful as she nears the end of her high school years—both inside and out. There is a grace to her, a strength that draws people in even if she doesn’t let them stay close for long. She has become a formidable force, a young woman who seems destined to carve her own path, no matter how difficult it may be.
You know that Lena is nearing another pivotal point in her life. She will soon leave high school, stepping into the wider world where her decisions will shape her fate more directly. And as she stands on this precipice, you find yourself more determined than ever to try and tip the scales in her favor, even if it means crossing lines you have never crossed before.
But you know your siblings are watching, waiting for the next moment to interfere. And you realize this is not just about Lena anymore. It has become a silent battle between you and them, a test of whether hope can persist in a world that seems so determined to crush it.
You pull back, deciding to stay out of Lena's life for a while. You’ve seen how your interference, however well-intentioned, often leads to more harm than good. Your siblings, ever watchful and mischievous, always seem one step ahead, twisting every kindness you attempt into a source of pain. So, for now, you simply observe.
As time passes, you see a new presence enter Lena's life—Andrea Rojas. A confident and ambitious young woman who sees in Lena something she can relate to. Unlike the others you’ve tried to place in Lena’s path, Andrea arrives on her own, a natural part of Lena’s journey. You watch as their friendship blossoms, filled with the laughter and shared secrets Lena has so desperately needed.
For a moment, Lena seems lighter. You notice the faintest softening of her demeanor, the way her eyes no longer hold that constant wary glint. They spend hours together, talking about their dreams and ambitions. You watch with a sense of cautious hope, pleased that this time, your siblings remain silent. Perhaps because they know this friendship was not your doing, they leave it alone. For the first time in a long while, Lena has someone she trusts, someone who understands the weight of the world on her shoulders.
But the respite is temporary. Life, with all its relentless trials, presses in on Lena once more. Her father's passing is the first blow. You watch as Lionel Luthor, the man who held a complicated place in her heart, is taken from her. Lena stands at his graveside, stoic and composed, her face a mask of indifference. But you can feel the turmoil beneath the surface. To the world, she shows nothing, but you know how his death reopens old wounds, how it solidifies her belief that the people she cares for are always taken away.
Then comes the sting of Lillian's coldness. You witness every sidelong glance, every dismissive word from Lillian, each one like a small knife cutting into Lena's resolve. Lillian's favoritism toward Lex is glaring, and Lena, despite her accomplishments, remains in the shadows. It’s not a surprise to you, but it is another stone added to the growing fortress around Lena's heart. You see how she internalizes it, how every dismissal from Lillian teaches her that she is not enough—that she must be stronger, harder, to survive.
In moments like these, you want to reach out. You contemplate placing someone in her life to help shoulder the burden, to offer the kindness she so desperately deserves. But the memory of your past failures restrains you. You know your siblings are watching, waiting to pounce the moment you interfere. Yet, after a while, you can’t resist. You decide to try again, hoping to break the cycle of isolation that wraps tighter around Lena with each passing year.
But as before, your efforts are undone. This time, your siblings don’t act immediately. They allow your attempts to blossom just enough for Lena to believe in them, to let them into her life. You see her meet new friends, people who seem genuine in their intentions. But then, the subtle sabotage begins. Whispers in the dark, rumors that turn friends into betrayers. People you had hoped would be anchors for her become sources of betrayal. You see the heartbreak in Lena’s eyes as she discovers one friend after another turning against her, driven by jealousy or the lure of what the Luthor name can offer them.
Then there are the relationships, the fleeting attempts at romance. You place decent people in her path, men who might offer her some semblance of affection and normalcy. Yet, each time, it ends in disaster. Your siblings twist the narrative, bend their hearts to desire power or wealth. They are easily swayed by Lillian’s machinations, bribed or coerced into leaving Lena behind, confirming her deepest fears that everyone has a price and that love, for her, is always conditional.
You watch her change, each betrayal and abandonment layering more walls around her heart. She stops letting people in, becomes colder and more calculating. Lena learns to guard herself, to expect betrayal at every turn.
Lena retreats into her work, burying herself in science and business. Her mind sharpens into a weapon, her emotions sealed away behind a veneer of control and ambition. You see the impact of every small, cruel twist of fate engineered by your siblings. They have honed Lena into a force of will, someone who trusts no one and relies solely on her own strength. They mock you silently with each of their triumphs, pleased with how they’ve turned your hope into despair.
Yet, even now, you don’t give up on her. You see the traces of warmth that still flicker in her, small acts of kindness she performs when no one is watching—the way she donates anonymously to charities, the care she takes in her scientific pursuits to ensure they could benefit the world rather than harm it. There is still a part of Lena that hasn’t been fully extinguished, a part that remains uncorrupted by the darkness around her.
Your siblings may have won battles, turning her path into one of solitude and mistrust, but the war for Lena's heart is not over. And as you watch her take her next steps—deciding to move to National City and take over L-Corp—you sense an opportunity. A crossroads where her decisions could still shape her into something greater than what your siblings intended. She is hardened, yes, but she is not broken. Not yet.
So you continue to watch and wait, hoping for the right moment to intervene once more, knowing full well the risks. Lena may not know it, but she has a silent guardian, one who refuses to give up on her, no matter how many times the world tries to pull her into the abyss.
For centuries, you had watched from the distance of the heavens, content to remain detached from the affairs of humans. Yet Lena Luthor had become the exception to your rules, a focal point of your concern and entertainment. You had seen her rise and fall, the cycles of betrayal and heartache that had shaped her into the formidable woman she was now. And for the longest time, you vowed to never directly interfere. But now, things were different.
You had noticed the new presence in Lena’s life: Kara Danvers, a young woman whose warmth and sincerity had started to chip away at Lena's carefully constructed walls. It hadn’t been your doing. Kara's appearance in Lena's life was as natural and unbidden as the arrival of Andrea had been. There was something about Kara that intrigued you—something more than just her goodness. She was earnest, unguarded, and above all, she didn’t seem to want anything from Lena other than friendship. As you watched their interactions, you saw Lena begin to soften again, to laugh and show glimpses of the girl who had long been buried under layers of pain and mistrust.
For a time, it gave you hope. You saw the potential for healing in Lena's life, a chance for her to finally experience a relationship untainted by the ulterior motives that had haunted her past. But, as with everything that brought Lena joy, it wasn't long before you sensed the interference. Your siblings were stirring, their dark intentions curling like smoke around the edges of Kara and Lena’s growing friendship. This time, they were preparing to meddle even before you had a chance to intervene. The thought of Lena being hurt once more, especially by someone she was beginning to care for so deeply, was too much for you to bear.
It was then that you made your decision. You had sworn to stay away, to never cross into the human realm and involve yourself so personally. But the thought of Lena being torn apart once again by forces beyond her control broke something in you. For the first time in your long existence, you decided that watching was no longer enough.
You hesitated at the threshold between your world and Earth, a boundary you had never crossed unless you had been instructed to do so. To step into the mortal realm would be to break every rule that your father had in place. But as you peered down at Lena, seeing the way she cautiously allowed herself to open up to Kara, to hope again, you knew what you had to do. It was time to intervene personally, to protect her from the impending storm that your siblings were conjuring.
The transition was both disorienting and strangely grounding given that this time, you were taking a physical body. The weight of a physical body pressed on you, the air of the world filled your lungs, and for the first time, you felt the pulse of life thrumming through every cell. You looked the same as you had in the heavens, the only difference was that it was no longer just a spiritual body. As soon as you stepped out into the public it was hard not to get attention, sure you had given yourself a modern outfit so that it could blend you in but your facial features and your body were the epitome of perfection by human standards. As you made your way through the street you realized that for the first time…you were now on Earth, amongst those you had watched for so long…you weren’t there to punish anyone, or deliver a message…you were just existing as billions of people did.
As soon as you spotted Lena, you decided to follow Lena from a distance at first, observing her interactions with Kara. The two had grown close, their bond strengthening with each passing day. Kara was different from anyone else Lena had known—she was patient, warm, and steadfastly loyal. Lena was cautious, but you could see the way she let her guard down around Kara, trusting her more than she had trusted anyone in years. There was a brightness to her that had been absent for so long, a softening that reminded you of the girl who once looked at the world with hope instead of cynicism.
But you also felt the impending threat. Your siblings were already at work, whispering in the minds of those around them, and you wondered from where they would strike this time…would it be with Kara, or perhaps Lena’s boyfriend, James Olsen. You hadn’t paid too much to him, you already knew that he would end up hurting Lena someday, you had already seen it happen…unless your siblings decided to do something to change things…but you doubted that they would ever do anything to help Lena. They aimed to twist her current relationship and friendship as they had done with all others, to turn it into another source of pain for Lena. You couldn’t let that happen. This time, you would be there to shield her.
After weeks of watching from the sidelines counteracting some of the things your siblings had tried to manipulate such as, preventing a rumor from spreading. Erasing some of the irritation that they caused, or removing people from the area of where she would be…you finally decided it would be easier to just cross into Lena's path. You orchestrated a chance meeting, something that would appear coincidental in the fabric of her daily life. One afternoon, as Lena walked out of L-Corp, lost in thought, you 'accidentally' collided with her.
"Sorry," you said, quickly stepping back as your arm quickly went around her waist, your voice calm and gentle a warm smile on your lips.
Lena glanced at you, her expression guarded as it often was with strangers. But she was polite, always holding herself with that composed grace you had always found fascinating. "It's alright," she replied, her eyes briefly scanning you with an analytical look that spoke of years of learning to read people at a glance.
"I’m afraid I got a little flustered given that I'm new to the city, " you said, carefully crafting your words. "I’m Still getting used to navigating it." You weren’t lying, you weren’t used to city so it was still hard to move around it specially with a mortal body.
Her gaze softened slightly, though the guardedness didn’t leave. "It can be... overwhelming," she admitted, her tone neutral. She looked past you then, glancing at her watch. You could sense her calculating whether she had time for a conversation. She often lived her life by a tightly controlled schedule. “Would you release me? I’m perfectly alright after all”
“Of course, my apologies” you let her go after you help her stand up straight as you take a step back so she could have her personal space. You decide to not waste your opportunity and make the most of it. "Can I buy you a coffee as an apology? I was heading to the café around the corner."
For a moment, Lena hesitated. You could see the wheels turning behind her eyes, the instincts honed by years of betrayal urging her to decline. But there was also curiosity in her eyes, she had never seen anyone like you…there was something surreal about you…but she didn’t know what it was. "Alright," she said, almost reluctantly. "I do need the caffeine right before my next meeting."
You walked together to the café, making small talk about the city and its endless quirks. You made sure to keep the conversation light, unthreatening. Lena remained cautious but civil, after all you were just a stranger she had bumped into.
Over the next few weeks, you made small appearances in Lena's life, always keeping your distance and ensuring your presence seemed natural, unintrusive. You became an acquaintance, a friendly face in her otherwise turbulent world. Given what you know about her, you were certain that there was no way she was going to let you into her life so easily—years of betrayal had taught her better than that. But she didn’t push you away either. Slowly, she began to notice your presence in her life no matter how small it would be.
During this time, you continued to observe her interactions with Kara. Your siblings’ interference had already begun to cast shadows around them. Misunderstandings, manipulated circumstances—they were sowing the seeds of doubt in both women's hearts…kryptonite being the biggest fuse and how Kara had tried to use James given his relationship with Lena.
You knew that you couldn’t prevent every scheme your siblings concocted, but you could be there to mitigate the damage…. you had already tried that when you first arrived but it was nearly impossible. There were a lot of them…and only one of you. When they tried to plant false evidence of Kara's supposed duplicity, you intervened quietly, ensuring that the incriminating documents never reached Lena's hands. But you hadn’t been able to stop Lucy coming back and having been a thorn in Lena’s side. It had been a shame, Lucy was a very good person as well, one that you think would have been a good friend of Lena’s if you had placed her in her path before and if your siblings didn’t get involved.
There were too many ifs for your liking…but you couldn’t get rid of them…not without getting rid of your siblings..and that was one of the biggest rules of all… you couldn’t harm any of your siblings. It wasn’t your decision to make… it was forbidden.
But even if you couldn’t remove the factors, you were now there for Lena in those small, everyday moments. The simple gestures—a text to check in, an invitation to grab a coffee—seemed insignificant, but they were deliberate. She had to know you were on her side no matter what was happening, you wanted to be a constant presence, someone Lena could rely on without realizing it.
It wasn’t easy to juggle everything, after all your life in that city and your interactions with required patience and restraint as you couldn’t just tell her….it could change things if you told her too much and that was often worst than what would have happened originally.
Your head snapped up when Lena called out your name and you look over at her. “I’m sorry, I spaced out for a moment”
She chuckled a bit and took a sip of her glass of wine as the two of you were currently having dinner. James was off somewhere playing superhero with Kara, so you had taken the chance to invite her out for a bit. You close your eyes thinking a bit, you had told Lena that Kara was supergirl at one point, but Lena hadn’t believed you. Mostly because your siblings made it so that Kara and Supergirl would be there at the same time using J’onn. You tried to tell her multiple times…but every time your siblings made it so it seemed you were the liar… you had seen Lena start to doubt you the more insisted that Kara was supergirl..so you refrained from doing so. Given that you had seen the future and how incredibly hurt she is when she does find out…you decide to leave it be so that she wouldn’t push you away when she really did need you.
Lena was watching you, she was always curious why your gaze was always so calculating, so cold and indifferent toward others, but she would notice the smallest change in them when you looked at her.
They would become slightly softer, they would become a little warmer….she couldn’t figure out why, and she was hoping to figure you out eventually. “are you not going to answer then?” she asked as she placed her glass down.
You open your eyes and look at her and smile playfully at her. “Don’t rush me, I’m getting there” you tease as you grab your glass of water. “If I could meet anyone dead or alive…who would it be…” you repeated trying to think. If you were being truthful? You wouldn’t choose anyone, you had observed pretty much anyone that was dead or alive, so it wasn’t like you needed to meet them. “I would rather meet…someone that never had the chance to grow up”
“Oh?”
“there’s many little lives that end too soon…and I have always wondered…what would have happened if they had been able to live a full life…”
Lena watched you for a moment and she let out a low musical laugh that always drew a smile from you. “Way to turn a light topic into a dark one” She teased lightly.
You chuckled softly at Lena’s remark. “Well, I suppose it’s just the way I think. Can’t help it,” you said, sipping your water as you studied her. The laugh that escaped her was genuine, and you cherished those rare moments when her guard was truly down. For a fleeting moment, Lena looked lighter, the weight of the world momentarily off her shoulders. But you knew better—beneath her laughter was still the fortress she had built around herself.
Lena leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and giving you a sly smile. "You’re a mystery, you know that? You show up in my life out of nowhere, and you’ve stuck around long enough that I should know more about you. But every time I think I’m getting closer to figuring you out, you throw something like that at me. You’re elusive.”
There it was—her curiosity, always simmering just beneath the surface. You had been careful, deliberate, in revealing just enough of yourself to keep her interested, but never too much.
“I like to think it keeps things interesting,” you replied smoothly, offering a warm smile. “But I’d argue you’re the bigger mystery, Lena.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Me? I’m pretty sure the world knows plenty about me, thanks to the media.”
“The media,” you scoffed lightly, shaking your head. “They know the version of you they’ve decided to create. But I think there’s more to you than what’s printed in magazines or discussed in boardrooms.”
Lena looked at you then, her sharp green eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to decipher your words. “And what do you think you know about me?”
You held her gaze, carefully considering your next words. “I think you’ve spent most of your life trying to prove yourself to people who never saw your worth. You’ve built walls not because you want to keep people out, but because you’re afraid of being hurt again. You’re not cold or unfeeling—you’re just careful.”
For a brief moment, Lena’s expression softened, vulnerability flashing across her face before she quickly masked it again. She took a sip of her wine, her eyes drifting away from yours as she spoke. “Careful is one way to put it. But I don’t have much choice, do I? It’s easier to control who I let in than risk being hurt by the wrong people.”
You felt sadness for her, knowing exactly how much she had endured. The betrayals, the loneliness—it was all too familiar. Your siblings had made sure of that, weaving their schemes around her life like a web. But Lena was resilient, stronger than even they could imagine.
“I think there are people in your life who want to be there for you, even if it feels like everyone has an ulterior motive,” you said gently. “Not everyone is out to hurt you.”
Lena’s lips curled into a small, bittersweet smile. “Maybe. But I’ve learned that trusting people comes with a price. Even when they don’t mean to, they can let you down.”
"That’s true,” you conceded. “But not everyone will let you down. Some people are worth the risk.”
Lena met your gaze again, and for the first time, there was something in her eyes that wasn’t guarded—a flicker of hope, however small.
“And you think you’re one of those people?” she asked softly, her voice carrying a note of challenge.
You smiled, leaning forward slightly. “I’d like to think so. But that’s for you to decide.”
The moment hung between you. You knew it wouldn’t be easy to earn her full trust, but you were willing to wait. As long as you could, you’d be there to guide her through the storm, to help her find the light amidst the darkness your siblings had cast over her life.
Lena took another sip of her wine, her gaze thoughtful as she regarded you. “We’ll see,” she said quietly, though there was no malice in her tone—just a guarded sort of curiosity.
Just then, Lena’s phone buzzed on the table, breaking the delicate tension between you. She glanced at the screen, her lips tightening slightly as she read the message. You could feel the shift in her mood, the fleeting warmth replaced by a familiar sense of duty and responsibility.
“I have to go,” Lena said, standing up and sliding her phone into her purse. “It’s work.”
You nodded, standing as well. “Of course. I’ll walk you out.”
The two of you left the restaurant, stepping out into the cool night air. She turned and walked toward her car, her heels clicking against the pavement. You watched her go quietly wishing you could tag along…it seemed that the closer you got to Lena…the more protective you got of her and it didn’t make sense. If you were there to guard her, you should feel more at ease as you would be there to help no matter what happened.
Weeks had passed since that quiet night with Lena, the distance between you slowly closing, but still shadowed by the chaos that surrounded her life. You could feel the influence of your siblings growing, their manipulations tightening around Lena like a noose. Each day felt like a test of endurance, both for her and for you, as you tried to shield her from their darkness.
Then, the inevitable happened.
It started like any other day at L-Corp—meetings, projects, and the constant hum of work that Lena thrived in. But there was something different about today. An undercurrent of tension seemed to pulse through the air, a sign that something was about to go very, very wrong.
And it did.
The alien attack came without warning. A massive creature—seven feet tall, skin like molten metal, eyes glowing a sickly red—crashed through the outer defenses of the building, causing alarms to blare throughout the complex. Employees screamed, scrambling for safety as Lena’s security teams moved in, but it was clear they were no match for the thing barreling toward her office.
The creature was powerful, far more than it should’ve been. It had been twisted, corrupted by the energy of your siblings—another pawn in their endless game. You knew Lena was inside the building, probably barricading herself in, preparing to face the threat head-on as she always did. She was stubborn like that, never backing down from a fight, even when the odds seemed insurmountable.
But this time, she wouldn’t be able to handle it alone.
The DEO was occupied—Kara, Alex, and the rest of their team tied up in another crisis far from National City. It was no coincidence. Your siblings had timed this perfectly, ensuring that Lena would be vulnerable, isolated, with no backup.
Except you. While you had been interfering by making a few things go array for them…you weren’t suppose to physically attack anyone. You weren’t allowed to attack anyone without permission…as far as they knew, yes you were there to mess their plans up…but you hadn’t had to fight anyone yet…and given how much trouble Lena got into, they figured you weren’t going to get involved if it meant a physical confrontation…
When you arrived at L-Corp, the building was in disarray. Glass shattered, walls scorched, the sound of destruction echoing through the once-pristine halls. You could sense the creature’s presence—it was moving toward Lena’s office, relentless in its pursuit. And Lena, true to her nature, hadn’t fled. She was still there, holding her ground.
Without hesitation, you pushed through the rubble, making your way toward her. As you approached her office, you saw the alien standing before the heavy, fortified doors, its metallic fists slamming into the reinforced steel. Each strike sent shockwaves through the building.
Lena was trapped inside, and the doors wouldn’t hold much longer.
You stepped forward, drawing the creature’s attention away from the door. It turned, red eyes locking onto you, its face twisting into a grotesque snarl. You could feel the influence of your siblings deep within it, their dark energy pulsing through its veins. They had sent it as a message to you…that no matter what you did…they could always get to Lena because they knew your weakness…you always stuck to the rules…they hadn’t counted on you disregarding another rule.
The creature charged, its heavy footsteps shaking the floor beneath you. But you didn’t flinch. You raised your hand, channeling the energy that you had long kept hidden from Lena. You didn’t have to hide your abilities, and right now, Lena needed to see exactly who you were.
With a surge of power, you unleashed a blast of energy, hitting the creature square in the chest. It staggered back, but only for a moment. The corruption from your siblings made it stronger, more resistant to your attacks.
The two of you clashed, your blows sending shockwaves through the building so you had to keep your attacks to a level where it wouldn’t cause the building cave into itself…it would be a little more challenging given how much it was moving, but you always liked a challenge.
You moved faster than the creature, dodging its attacks, landing your own with precision. But it was relentless, its strength fueled by the darkness within. It wasn’t going to stop until it had accomplished its goal—until it had destroyed Lena.
As the battle raged on, you could feel the strain on your mortal body. You were powerful, yes, but the body itself, was made out of human flesh…there was only so much it could take without being destroyed…and you were sure that you had a few fractures already. It wouldn’t be too bad once the fight was over, you were sure it would heal.
With one final burst of energy, you delivered a crushing blow to the creature’s chest, sending it crashing in through the metal door into Lena’s office. It let out a guttural roar, its form flickering as the corruption within it began to destabilize. You seized the opportunity, pressing your advantage, until finally…you found a weak spot…where the corruption hadn’t taken over completely…if it had, it would have killed itself from the madness such powers held.
You sliced his neck off and let it roll onto the floor, you weren’t thrilled about breaking another rule…but it had to be done.
The battle was over.
You stood there for a moment, catching your breath, your heart pounding in your chest. The building around you was eerily silent, the chaos having subsided. Slowly, you look up at Lena who had been making her way over with what seemed to be a mechanical knife, you weren’t really sure what it was but you figured that was what she had been planning to defend herself if it came down to it.
“are you okay Lena?” you asked, stepping over the now dead alien.
“Am I okay? Are you okay? You just killed that…thing”
“I did…I’m fine”
“…when you said you had powers…you weren’t kidding…they’re beyond what I could imagine”
“I wasn’t…”
“I thought you were lying…you…never use them”
“I have no need for them usually. But today, you were in danger….”
Weeks passed since that intense battle at L-Corp. The tension between you and Lena had shifted, and things were different now. Ever since that day, the bond between you had deepened. There was a new level of trust, a fragile but powerful connection that grew stronger as the days went by. Lena leaned on you more than she ever had before, and it was hard to ignore the closeness that had developed.
Kara and the DEO were still around, of course, but things between Lena and Supergirl weren’t the same. Ever since the betrayal Lena felt from the Kryptonian—asking her own boyfriend, to spy on her—still lingered in the back of her mind. It wasn’t something she could easily forgive, not when trust was already so hard for her to give.
You, on the other hand, had been steadfast, a constant presence at her side. You never doubted her, never used her vulnerabilities against her. And after that fight, where you stood between her and the corrupted alien, there was no question in Lena’s mind about where your loyalties lay.
The day James broke up with her, you were there. She had tried to be strong, to put on that usual mask of indifference, but you knew her better than that. Beneath the cool, businesslike exterior, Lena was hurting. It was the way her hands shook just slightly when she reached for her wine glass, the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
"He just… walked out," Lena said quietly, sitting on the couch in her office, staring down at her hands. “After what I did for him… I tried to help him without him knowing. And he just… walked out.”
You were sitting beside her, fighting the rising anger bubbling inside you. "He walked out because he didn’t deserve you, Lena.” You found it hyprocrital of the mortal man to break up with Lena for saving him from prison. Yes, she had done something illegal…but didn’t he also do something illegal by being a vigilante which was going to land him in prison if Lena hadn’t stepped in?
Lena’s lips tightened, a small, bitter smile playing at the corners. "I didn’t want to lose him. I tried. I tried so hard to make things right after it…but he wouldn’t listen." Her voice cracked slightly at the end, and she quickly turned her head away from you, as if embarrassed by the show of vulnerability. “I did something wrong…to help someone close to me because the illegal things he did were for the good of others…why couldn’t he see that?” she asked, her voice breaking at the end as she held back a sob.
Your jaw clenched. You hadn’t been there to stop James, to make him see what an idiot he was being. But right now, it wasn’t about him. It was about Lena.
"He's an idiot," you said softly but firmly, reaching out and gently turning her face back toward you. “James is too much of a hypocrite who couldn’t see all the good in you. Everything you’ve done…you did it because you care. Because you’re trying to protect the people you love, even when they don’t deserve it.”
Lena blinked, her eyes glassy but not spilling over. She let out a soft breath, looking at you with an expression that was hard to read—part gratitude, part confusion, and something else, something deeper that lingered in the space between you.
"I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me," she murmured. "Why is it so hard for people to stay beside me…”
"There’s nothing wrong with you," you said instantly, your voice firmer than ever. You were going from angry to furious that James would make her doubt herself like that. "You’re strong, Lena. You don’t need people who can’t appreciate that. You don’t need someone who can’t handle everything you are."
The silence between you stretched, charged with unspoken emotions. You didn’t realize how close you had leaned in until your fingers gently brushed against hers. Lena didn’t pull away, instead allowing the contact, her eyes locking onto yours.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice almost too soft to hear.
"You never have to thank me for being here," you replied quietly. "I’ll always be here for you." You meant every word of it, you would never die…and as long as Lena was breathing, you would be beside her to protect her.
You stopped yourself from that train of thought…no, you were only there until there was someone that would be beside her and never abandon her, someone that would give her all the love in the world without making her jump through so many hoops.
Lena’s lips curved into a faint smile, but it was a sad one. "That’s the problem, isn’t it? I always expect people to leave."
You felt your heart tighten at her words. "I’m not going anywhere."
Lena looked at you for a long moment, her eyes searching yours as if testing the truth behind your statement. She took a breath, and for the first time in a long while, she let herself lean into you, resting her head on your shoulder. You didn’t say anything, just wrapped your arm around her, holding her close.
As you sat there, holding Lena while she quietly unraveled in your arms, you couldn’t shake the anger you still felt toward James. How could he have walked away from her after everything she’d done for him? Lena deserved better, so much better.
And part of you wondered, as you felt her warmth against you, if maybe you were starting to want to be that better.
Months had passed since you had officially taken on the role as Lena’s personal bodyguard. The transition had been smooth, almost natural, given how many times you had kept her safe even if she didn’t know most of them. From alien assassins to corporate threats, you’d been her shield, her constant. And while Lena had built walls around herself, she never once questioned your loyalty.
This evening, Lena had fallen asleep on the drive back from a late-night meeting. The day had been grueling for her, meetings stacked one after another, the pressure of running L-Corp weighing heavier than ever. You glanced at her from the driver’s seat, noticing the way her brow was slightly furrowed, even in sleep. She was exhausted, worn thin by the endless demands of her world.
You didn’t want to wake her when you arrived at her penthouse. She deserved the rest. So, you carefully got out, rounded the car, and scooped her into your arms, carrying her through the lobby and up to her private suite. She stirred only once, mumbling incoherently, before her head settled against your shoulder again.
Inside, the penthouse was quiet, the lights dimmed. Gently, you carried her into her bedroom, laying her down on the plush bed. As you covered her with a blanket, you paused, watching her for a moment longer than necessary. She looked peaceful like this—vulnerable, soft, and at ease in a way you rarely saw.
That’s when it hit you. This wasn’t just about protecting her anymore. You cared for her—deeply. You’d spent so long suppressing those feelings, pushing them aside in the name of professionalism or duty, but they were always there, lurking beneath the surface. And now, as you looked at her sleeping form, you realized just how dangerous that was.
She wasn’t just your friend, or your employer. She was… Lena. And you were growing too attached, caring for her more than you ever should. Given what you were—what you truly were—it was a dangerous path to walk.
You took a breath, steadying yourself, and began to step away from the bed. It was better to leave before—
“Don’t go…”
Lena’s voice, soft and tired, made you freeze in place. You turned back to see her eyes barely open, her expression vulnerable in a way that tugged at something deep inside you.
“Lena, you need to rest,” you said quietly, keeping your tone neutral despite the storm of emotions suddenly swirling inside of you.
“I know…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “But… stay? Just for tonight.” She looked at you with those green eyes, filled with exhaustion but also something else—something pleading. “I don’t want to be alone.”
Your heart clenched at her words. You could see it—the weight of her day, of everything she carried, pressing down on her, threatening to overwhelm her. And in that moment, all she wanted was someone who cared about her. Someone who wouldn’t leave her.
Without saying anything, you moved back to the bed, sitting down beside her. You could feel the tension in her body slowly easing as you settled near.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut again. “You’re the only one who’s always there.”
You didn’t say anything. You just stayed, your heart heavy with the realization of how much you had already given her. And how much more you were willing to give.
As she drifted back to sleep, you stayed at her side, knowing that you were already too far in to pull back now. You’d always be there for Lena, no matter what. Even if it cost you more than you were prepared to give.
A few weeks later, you faced off against some of your siblings. The confrontation with your siblings had left you more battered than you cared to admit. Normally, you could have taken them down easily, but the mortal body you’d been in during the fight had left you vulnerable, and they’d taken advantage of that. By the time you managed to subdue them, you were barely holding yourself together.
Lena had been terrified when she saw you stumble into her office, blood staining your clothes, your body bruised and beaten in a way she had never seen before. Without hesitation, she had you sit down in her private quarters, insisting on tending to your wounds herself.
Now, you sat on the edge of her bed, your shirt off, revealing the cuts and bruises that marred your otherwise flawless skin. Lena stood before you, a med kit in hand, her fingers surprisingly gentle as she cleaned the wounds with antiseptic wipes. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, but there was something else in her eyes too—something you hadn’t seen before.
"You didn’t have to fight them alone," she murmured, her voice filled with both worry and anger as she dabbed at a particularly nasty cut on your side. “They’re your family, but they tried to kill you, and for what? To get to me?”
You winced slightly but shook your head. "I couldn’t let them touch you, Lena. I’m fine, really."
"Fine?" she echoed, her tone sharp. “You’re not fine. You’re hurt, badly.” Her hands hesitated for a moment, her gaze trailing over your injuries. "Why didn’t you just… stop them like you usually do? Why didn’t you use your powers?"
You let out a sigh, the exhaustion catching up with you. "I wasn’t at full strength. This body—it’s weaker than my usual form. I didn’t have the energy to fight them the way I normally would."
Lena’s hands stilled as she absorbed your words. For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of her steady breathing and the gentle clink of medical tools. Then, her gaze shifted, and for the first time, she seemed to really see you.
Her eyes traced over the lines of your body—your arms, lean and muscular, your shoulders broad and powerful despite the injuries. There was something almost ethereal about you, a kind of perfection that she hadn’t fully appreciated until now. Lena swallowed, her fingers brushing against your skin as she applied a bandage to one of your cuts.
"You’re… not like anyone I’ve ever met," she said quietly, her voice softer now, almost tentative.
You tilted your head slightly, watching her. "What do you mean?"
She hesitated, her fingers lingering on your skin a moment longer than necessary. "I mean, I’ve never really… looked at you like this before. Not this closely." Her voice trailed off as her eyes moved across the definition of your muscles, the way your body seemed almost impossibly perfect despite the injuries. "You’re… different. Almost like… you weren’t meant to be here."
You felt a flutter of something you couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t often that someone looked at you like that—not with awe or fear, but with a kind of curiosity and appreciation. The air between you thickened with a tension that hadn’t been there before, and you could feel it—Lena’s awareness of you shifting. And that’s when your gaze started drifting to her face. The way her hair fell around her shoulders, the delicate curve of her jaw—it was mesmerizing. You had always admired her strength and resilience, but in this moment, you couldn’t help but notice how stunning she looked.
"Perfect," she murmured under her breath, not realizing she’d said it out loud. Her fingers trailed over a scar, her touch lingering as she studied the way your skin healed beneath her care.
You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on your lips despite the pain. "Perfect, huh?" ‘If I’m perfect…then is there any word that could possibly describe your beauty?’ you wondered to yourself as you studied her features.
Lena’s eyes snapped up to meet yours, and a flush of embarrassment crept into her cheeks. She quickly pulled her hand away, clearing her throat. "I didn’t mean—"
"You did," you interrupted, your tone teasing but gentle. "It’s okay, Lena. I don’t mind."
Her gaze locked onto yours again, and the tension between you seemed to deepen, the room feeling smaller, more intimate. Lena bit her lip, clearly torn between pulling away and leaning in. You could see the internal struggle, the way her usual control was slipping, just for a moment.
"Lena…" you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You were both so close; the scent of her shampoo, sweet and floral, filled your senses, heightening the awareness of the moment.
She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. She wasn’t just tending to your wounds anymore—there was something more in her touch, something deeper in the way her eyes lingered on your body.
Without thinking, her fingers brushed over your arm again, softer this time, almost a caress. The heat of her body was almost too much to bear, and you could feel your breath hitch in your throat at her touch. It made you wonder…were you having the same effect on her?
But then she pulled back, suddenly standing, her hands shaking slightly as she gathered the medical supplies. "You should… rest," she said, her voice a little too quick, a little too breathless. "You need to heal."
You watched her, knowing she was trying to put space between you, trying to regain control. But something had shifted between you tonight, and no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise, neither of you could ignore it anymore.
"Lena," you said again, softer this time, "I’m not going anywhere. You know that, right?"
She looked at you, her eyes betraying the storm of emotions she was trying to suppress. "I know," she whispered. "But that’s what scares me."
The tension between you and Lena had only grown in the weeks since that night. It seemed like every moment you spent together brought you both closer to an edge you were desperately trying not to cross. Lena, always composed, was starting to crack around the edges. You could see it in the way her gaze lingered on you when she thought you weren’t looking, in the way her breath would catch when your hands brushed, even accidentally.
For you, it was even harder. Every glance, every touch, felt like a reminder of everything you couldn’t allow yourself to want. You had already broken so many rules, gone against everything you were taught. You were her protector, her friend, but you couldn’t be anything more. Not without risking everything—your loyalty to the Almighty Presence, your own identity. And worse, you feared becoming like your rebel siblings, who had let their desires consume them, who had betrayed their divine purpose for their lust for human connection. You knew your feelings for Lena were more than that—they were deeper, more pure—but it didn’t change the fact that admitting them would mean crossing a line you couldn’t come back from.
One evening, you found yourself standing in Lena’s penthouse after a long day of work. The city lights flickered outside, casting a soft glow over the room. You were supposed to be going over the day’s security report, but the air between you was thick and you couldn’t focus.
Lena stood by the window, arms crossed, her body tense. You could tell something was bothering her, but you didn’t know if you could ask—not without making things worse. Still, the silence between you was suffocating, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer.
"Lena?" Your voice was soft, careful. She didn’t turn to face you, but you saw her shoulders stiffen at the sound of your voice.
"Yeah?" she replied, a little distracted.
You took a breath, stepping closer. "Is something on your mind? You’ve seemed… distant today."
She was quiet for a long moment before finally turning to face you. Her eyes met yours, and for a split second, you saw it again—that vulnerability she tried so hard to hide, the fear of losing someone else.
Lena sighed, running a hand through her hair, her gaze drifting back to the window. "…People… they always leave. They promise they won’t, but they do. Some betray me, some just… disappear. It’s like I’m cursed to always be alone."
You felt a tightness in your chest that you couldn’t explain. Lena’s fear of abandonment was something you understood all too well, and it made your resolve to stay by her side even stronger. "I’m not going anywhere, Lena," you said, your voice firm but gentle.
She shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "You say that now, but what if one day you realize I’m not worth the trouble? What if one day, you decide I’m not enough?" She hugged herself as she kept watching the city as she was a little more somber now. “What if one day…you see everything they saw and come to the same conclusion…”
You took a step closer, instinctively reaching for her arm. "Lena, don’t say that. You are enough. More than enough."
Her eyes flickered to your hand on her arm, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped. The room was quiet, the city outside forgotten, and all that existed was the two of you, standing close, too close with too many things still being unresolved.
"Am I?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze softened, her walls crumbling just for a second as she looked at you, her eyes searching yours for an answer.
Your heart raced. The urge to pull her closer, to erase every doubt she had with just one kiss, was overwhelming. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t cross that line, no matter how much you wanted to.
"Lena," you said, your voice strained, "I told you—I’m not leaving. As long as you’ll allow me to…I’ll be right here with you no matter want."
She looked away, her jaw tightening. "I want to believe that. But the closer we get… the more I fear that one day, you’ll leave too. And I can’t… I can’t lose you like I’ve lost everyone else."You could feel the weight of her fears, the same fears that mirrored your own. She was terrified of losing you, and you were terrified of what it would mean to admit how deeply you felt for her.
"I’m not going anywhere," you repeated, your voice soft but resolute.
Lena’s eyes met yours again, and for a moment, the tension between you was unbearable. It was as if all the barriers you had both built were crumbling at once, leaving you both exposed, vulnerable, and far too close to crossing a line you couldn’t uncross.
But before you could say anything else, Lena stepped back, creating a small but significant distance between you. She cleared her throat, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "We should probably go over those reports, " she said, her voice shaky as she turned back to the table.
You stood there for a moment longer, to push down the feelings that threatened to consume you. Now…you could understand why your siblings had been willing to sacrifice so much to be with the humans..
You knew this couldn’t go on forever. Sooner or later, one of you would break, and when that happened… you weren’t sure what would happen. But for now, you had to keep pretending that you could do this for the rest of Lena’s life…that you could stay beside her as just her friend…as her protector…you had to lie to yourself, for both your sakes.
Months had passed since that tense night, you could see the way Lena’s eyes lingered on you, the way she bit her lip whenever you were close, and you felt the same pull. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t risk everything—not her safety, not your purpose, not your existance.
One evening, you were out on an assignment with Lena. She had insisted on attending a high-profile gala despite your warnings of potential danger. Your siblings hadn’t done anything in a few weeks and that worried you…it was much too calm…they were planning something and you were sure that it would be big. You remained vigilant, scanning the crowd for any threats, but you were more worried about your siblings attacking than a human attack. That’s when you stopped when you saw Lena, in her elegant gown, a picture of grace and elegance that was so in her element at the moment…the sight truly took your breath away. When she turned to look at you, there was something in her eyes—something that mirrored the storm brewing in your chest.
Suddenly, everything happened at once.
The first attack came without warning. A blast from one side of the room threw you across the floor, and before you could recover, you saw them—your rebel siblings. They had gathered, and this time, they were determined to hurt you in the worst way possible: by taking Lena from you.
Chaos erupted as they descended upon the event. You fought with everything you had, but they were prepared. It was an ambush, and in your weakened state, you could feel the weight of their combined strength crushing you.
"Lena!" you screamed, seeing her caught in the crossfire, blood staining her side as she collapsed to the ground.
The world stopped.
Your vision blurred with rage as you left your mortal body so you could tear through your siblings, no longer caring about restraint. Every ounce of control you had vanished in an instant. They had hurt her. They had touched her, and now, she was no longer with you.
You fought with a fury you hadn’t felt in ages, not since the war in the heavens when Lucifer and the others were no longer welcomed on the heavens. The ground shook beneath you as you tore through your siblings like they were nothing. One after another, they fell, their faces a blur as you moved through them, blinded by grief and rage.
It wasn’t enough. Nothing could be enough until they paid for what they had done. By the time you reached the last of your siblings, your hands were trembling, drenched in their blood.
"Please…" your last sibling begged, barely able to stand, their voice trembling with fear. But you didn’t care. They had taken Lena.
Your hand lifted, ready to strike the final blow, when suddenly, a bright light enveloped the room.
A familiar voice—calm, commanding, and filled with divine power—echoed through the air. "Stop."
One of your siblings from the heavens stood before you, their eyes filled with sorrow and judgment. "You’ve gone too far. You have defied the Almighty’s commands, and for what? For a human?"
You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest, as you looked back at Lena, lying on the ground, blood pooling around her. Now that you thought about it…it was all worth it….you had already broken all of the rules….the only thing you regretted was having not done it before they had been able to take her from you.
"You’re no longer fit to stand among us," your sibling said, their voice stern but sad. "You’ve allowed your love for a mortal to consume you."
"Please," you whispered, your voice breaking as you looked up at the heavens. "Please, save her. Take everything from me—my powers, my immortality, my place in the heavens—just save her. I can’t… I can’t lose her."
You knew what that request meant…you were stripped of your status, you were no longer welcome at the heavens.
But you didn’t care.
For a long moment, there was silence. The air around you seemed to hum with divine presence, the weight of judgment hanging over you. And then, a voice—powerful, omnipotent, and filled with compassion—spoke.
"Your love for her is true, but the price is great. You will lose everything, and you will walk the world as one of them—mortal, fragile, and bound by the same rules of life and death. Is this what you wish?"
"Yes," you said without hesitation, your heart breaking as you looked at Lena. "Anything. Just bring her back."
There was a flash of light, and when it faded, you saw Lena’s body stir. She gasped for breath, her eyes fluttering open as life returned to her. Relief washed over you, but at the same time, you felt the finality of your choice settle deep within your bones.
You had given up everything for her. And now, you were no longer the same. You were mortal—just like her. Pushing your rebel sibling to the side you hurry over to Lena hugging her as you burry your face on the side of her neck. “Lena…you’re okay” you say softly trying to keep your emotions in check. While you were still incredibly attractive to Lena, there was no longer that ethereal feeling that there was…not that Lena minded. It made you seem more approachable and a little less intimidating.
You knelt beside Lena, your arms trembling as you held her against your chest. Her skin was warm, her breath steady but faint, and the steady rise and fall of her chest was the only sign you needed to know she was alive. Relief surged through you so powerfully that it nearly knocked you off balance.
She was alive, and you were mortal—there was no going back. The weight of everything you’d given up, the sacrifices you made, didn’t matter. All that mattered was the woman in your arms.
“Y-You… what happened?” she rasped. “I thought… I thought…” Her fingers pressed into your back, holding onto you like she never wanted to let go.
You pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, your hand trembling as you brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “You’re okay now. That’s all that matters.”
Her eyes searched yours, and you could see the confusion, the questions swirling in her gaze. Her fingers trembled as they reached up to touch your face, brushing away the tears that had fallen without you realizing. “You… you saved me. But… you’re different now.” She paused, her gaze lingering on your face as if she was seeing you for the first time. “What did you do?”
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of your decision settling in your chest. “I had to make an exchange…” you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “My powers, my immortality… for you. I’m mortal now…”
Her eyes widened in shock, her breath hitching as the full meaning of your words sank in. “You… you gave up everything for me?” Her voice cracked, disbelief and awe coloring her tone. “Why? Why would you do that?”
You reached up, gently cupping her face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against her cheeks. For the first time, there were no more barriers, no more rules holding you back. You had crossed every line, bent every rule, and now, you were free. “Because I love you, Lena,” you whispered, your voice raw with emotion. “… I couldn’t let you die. Not when I had the chance to save you. I would have given up my life if he had asked me to just to keep you alive.”
Lena’s breath caught, her eyes filling with tears as she stared at you in stunned silence. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of your confession hanging in the air between you like a fragile thread. “I’ve spent so long pushing you away, afraid that you’d leave me, but you gave up everything just to stay with me….” She whispered softly, guilt and regret creeping onto her voice.
You cupped her face in your hands, your thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to slip down her cheeks. “I did it because I love you…the last thing I want is for you to feel guilty.
“But-”
“No…please don’t, I will never regret this choice…I will never regret choosing you”
Lena’s lips trembled, and for a moment, it looked like she might break down completely. But then, without warning, she surged forward, her hands tangling in your hair as she kissed you.
The world seemed to stop as her lips met yours, soft and warm and filled with all the emotions you had both been holding back for so long. The kiss was desperate, raw, and full of everything you two had been too afraid to admit.
You kissed her back, pouring every ounce of love, every bit of fear and relief, into that one moment. Her hands gripped your hair, her lips moving against yours like she was afraid you might disappear if she let go. But now…there was no doubt in her mind…you weren’t going anywhere…you had chosen her over everything.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath.
“I love you,” Lena whispered, her voice barely audible. “I love you, too. I’ve been trying so hard to ignore it, to push it away because I was scared… scared of losing you. But now…”
You smiled, your heart swelling with a warmth you hadn’t felt in a long time. “You won’t lose me,” you said softly, your fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “Not now. Not ever.”
Lena’s lips curled into a small, shaky smile, and she pressed another soft kiss to your lips. “I know that” she pressed her forehead against yours and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you”
“Don’t worry, you’ll have a lifetime to make it up to me”