The night sky shimmered with stars, each one burning like a watchful eye. Beneath their gaze, the mortal world slept, unaware of the goddess who stirred in her celestial realm. Aria, deity of passion and divine intimacy, reclined upon a throne woven of silver light. Her beauty was beyond mortal measure, her body a vision that stirred desire even in the heavens.
Yet tonight, her gaze was not upon gods or stars. It fell downward, piercing through clouds and shadows, searching the world of men. She had grown restless. Ages had passed since she last walked among mortals, since she last claimed a chosen one to embody her pleasures upon the earth.
Her hand lifted, delicate yet commanding. With a whisper, the veil between realms parted.
In a small village surrounded by forests, a young man named Kieran woke suddenly from his sleep. The air in his chamber glowed with pale silver light, warm and alive, brushing against his skin like unseen fingers. His heart pounded as he rose, drawn to the strange energy that filled the room.
The light gathered before him, swirling into a figure both terrifying and irresistible. Aria stood in her full glory, her presence radiating a beauty that made his knees weaken. Her eyes burned with ancient desire, her lips curved into a smile that promised both ecstasy and ruin.
"Kieran," her voice was velvet, low and commanding, "you have been chosen."
He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. His body trembled, not with fear, but with a longing he had never known.
"You will serve me," Aria continued, stepping closer, her form shimmering like moonlight given flesh. "Your body, your soul, your very breath will be mine. In return, I will gift you pleasures beyond mortal comprehension."
Her hand touched his chest, and warmth spread through him, igniting every nerve. His breath hitched, and he fell to his knees, overwhelmed by her power.
Kieran did not resist. He could not. Some part of him, buried deep, had always yearned for something greater, something divine. And here she was, answering that unspoken call.
Aria bent down, lifting his chin with her fingers. "Do you accept, mortal?"
The choice was an illusion, but still, the words came out of him in a desperate whisper.
"Yes."
Her smile deepened, radiant and dangerous. The bond was sealed in that instant. The goddess of passion had found her chosen, and Kieran's life would never again belong to him.
The room dissolved into light, and his mortal world faded. He was being carried upward, into Aria's embrace, toward a destiny written in desire and fire.
The night of his summoning had begun.