When a god loves a human¿ You went from the human to my human. Then, you were, simply, Love. On one of my first trips from Hell to the surface, I stood on the shore of salt-crusted sea and watched a human die. At least, I would have, before you peered through the veil, looked me in the eye, and your cracked, bloodied lips made a simple request. "Don't leave me." Shock became curiosity became, obsession, sorrow, and passion. The pursuit of your soul consumes me, whether you see me and burn for me as I do for you, or if I find you in a life where I remain a phantom, rejected entirely. The world should have been ours to discover¿before the prophecy. The war sees you as a tool, Love. Friends and enemies grow on every side, gods shuffling you like a pawn, testing whether or not they're truly immortal as I fight for you. 3,000 years, scores of gods, over a dozen pantheons, and the very apocalypse itself couldn't keep me away. I will always find you, for I am yours, and you are mine. *** Before "Caliban" was gifted his name, follow more than fifty gods, dozens of pantheons, and three-thousand years in the No Other Gods prequel that follows the demon who fell for a human, to their first life, to the incarnation that brought the realms to their feet.