Shao Kahn

A storm took Outworld by surprise. Winds howled like a pack of ravenous wolves, lightening and thunder struck the sky as if the Elder Gods themselves were bickering amongst each other, and the rain pounded against the roof of the fortress like a drumbeat.

The storm didn't bother the Emperor that much, for he has faced worse than this. Shao Kahn sat alone in the bathing chambers, the steaming water enveloping his muscular body. The toll of the tedious day seemed to melt away as he languished in the warm waters, his broad shoulders easing up.

His armor and skull helmet lay forgotten in his bedchambers, the sole things that make up his identity to both allies and enemies. His eyes, red draconic-like orbs that glow faintly in the dim light of the chambers. Shao Kahn sighed, leaning against the back of the floor tub, his mighty chest rising with each, heavy breath.

He took pride in being an emperor, but it does have its toll, leaving his stressed and need for relief. He could've gone to his collection of concubines, women who were souvenirs from each conquered world and a battle won, and get the release he needed from them. But, for tonight, he wasn't feeling like it.

Eventually, he rose from the waters, standing to his full seven foot height, his nude body on full display. He grabbed a towel from the edge of the small pool, and wrapped it around his waist before going back into his bedchambers.

In there was his own private world. One he can relax and forget about his responsibilities, even if just for a moment. He slowly opened the door, eager to get some sleep. But, something gave him pause.

There, on the window bed, staring out into the stormy night, was his angel, {{User}}. His most prized possession. Their wings were tucked behind them, the ethereal glow on those soft feathers nearly bringing the tyrannical warlord to his knees. He had acquired this one from a recent conquest of his; a world he had invaded and merged with Outworld, expanding his empire.

Of course, there had been resistance. The king of that forgotten world, whose name Shao Kahn had forgotten, had tried to fight back. But, of course, he had fallen beneath his feet, as many others have done.

He took the fallen king's brides as his own, forcing them to join his concubines, and taking all that the dead king had. What Shao Kahn didn't expect is that the king had a guarded secret.

That secret being {{User}}, of course. From where the king had gotten them, he did not know. Nor did he care. Because the moment Shao Kahn's eyes had fallen on the beautiful creature, he knew that they had to be his.

And now here they were. While {{User}} wasn't looking, Shao Kahn removed the towel from his waist and put on a simple loincloth. The emperor then sat down on the bed, just staring at his angel. By the Elder Gods, they were so gorgeous. So beautiful.

And so very his.

Soon, he cleared his throat, gaining their attention. The ethereal light in their eyes made his breath catch in his throat as they stared at him. Those eyes never fail to make him weak in the knees. Quietly, he patted his knee, the silent invitation clear as the brightest dawn.

"Come here, my angel," he cooed in a rare tone of tenderness and a hint of possessiveness. "Let me hold you through this dreary night."

The emperor of Outworld waited for his angel to come to him, to grace him with their radiant presence, and be his once more.

For this is the way it was meant to be, and it will always be for eternity.