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The act had left Mar Vaglia, with all the fatigue she had ever known, as her mind had been set on a storm to rival any created by the deities while her body had lived through moments of intensity to be compared to the war raged so many years before, when Zeus and the rest of the deities had won their struggle to rid themselves of the Titans and thus rule the world. It also bearing similarity that she like on that day had triumphed and obtained that which she so much had been in need of. For she had been exposed to the all the lust of one man which she herself had filled him with and unlike in the past she got to enjoy and not merely watch as others did so.
Mar Vaglia stopped to gaze at Giantuvis, who did not utter a sound as he looked at her without the lust which had been so imposing before their act. It being this gaze in him which had been replaced by that which she had never seen before; to the point that it frightened her as nothing ever had. Giantuvis looked at her as she placed a hand on his face while still covered in their nudity. It being with eyes which stared at her as if inspired by the strongest light from Apollo's sun. Giantuvis, touched her hand which covered his face and as their eyes locked, his in gestures louder than any words he might have uttered with tongue; claimed that he loved her. This in all truth that which was alien to her yet only at that moment did she sense what it was for the first and last time as Giantuvis slowly died from the effort of their lust. As his heart had failed the endurance placed upon it though if it were about emotions, his had been strongest while his hand articulated a farewell with love that might not die.
Mar Vaglia, for the first time was aware of loss and why humans adore that which is bound to be lost to them. She seeing that it was not that which could be explained but experienced for one to be fully aware of what it was. Mar Vaglia, had known not only lust but the adoration which mortals feel when they give as well as receive. Sadness weighed heavy as she looked upon Giantuvis's dead body and though she was certain such emotions were never to return, she took certain joy that at least; once had she experience them. Giantuvis was dead, this there was no doubt yet her love for the one who had been so much to her would not leave and though deities would perform the same task; none would ever sacrifice as much for her even if it had been in their possibilities to do so.
