"You do know that things are still the same, right? Despite what I told you last night, I'm still me." Michael said, otherwise known as Caius, or Godric, or Ahmose, or even Jove. Babe learned that her new boyfriend went by many names, and was known by worshippers for almost twice as many reasons. She wasn't sure how to regard him anymore, and suddenly she understood why people stopped calling the Lord by a million different titles and just settled on God.
He tucked a loose strand of bleached hair behind her ear affectionately, sensing her discomfort and working on making himself seem more like a friend instead of an ancient entity. "I don't want things to change between us, Babe. You're very important to me."
She swallowed, torn between fear and enchantment. His voice was like the gentle lull that made you feel safe enough to fall asleep, that favorite song you can listen to continuously for days, a sound that could make your heart twist and enlarge in your chest no matter how often you hear it. But, Babe had to keep in mind that this was the same voice that forced the genocide of millions, commanded solider to march through villages and commit acts of Total War, manipulated Kings, Popes, and dictators in absolute power to do his bidding.
"They don't make women like you anymore," he continued, his words a soft drone as he lowered his gaze to her red stained lips. "Deep like an ocean, as intelligent as Minerva herself."
Babe looked away, taking a step back from the man she thought she knew so well. "Stop," she whispered. "I know what you're trying to do."
"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow and smiled innocently. "And what's that, love?"
"You're trying to woo me into bed. You may be eons old, but you're still a man. And men are about as predictable as a hungry dog--all they want is one thing."
He laughed at her obtuse comment. "Oh, love! How darling you can be." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his chest. "You just know everything, don't you?"