.ೃ࿐ kamisama + kaiser ! -> female reader
michael kaiser had never once felt this low in his life.
he was a cold-blooded killer, a force to be reckoned with, an emperor. reigning from the foreign shackles of misfortune, the moment micheal kaiser picked up a sword, every spirit and human knew he would burn the world if it meant to change his fate—to call his success his.
and it was his; blood was shed, and destiny shifted. michael kaiser was an emperor amongst the spirit-world, and the mere mention of his name would make your blood run cold. in fact, even his eyes tell the same story—demon-like, azure crescents among his angel-like face. the concoction of pure and evil, beautiful and ugly, and to harm and heal made kaiser who he was; the closest thing to a god.
so, if that were true, why was the yokai on his knees, bowing down to a human?
bowing down to you.
when rumours of a young human girl becoming land god of a well-known shrine circulated in the spirit world, kaiser had to check it out himself. his full intention was to laugh at your piteous whining of not being able to take the duties of a real god, not knowing his habit of bullying the weak would bite him in the ass hard.
so there the yokai sat atop a tree branch, watching your poor fingers clawing into another branch as you hung. “the shrine spirits said you’d help, kaiser!— oh, will you? she’s going to kill me!” you huffed, an ivory palm sitting underneath his cheek as he smirked, blue eyes squinting in amusement. “oh, did they?” the blonde coos, peering at the starving yokai quickly climbing the tree, “beg for your life and perhaps i will.” he slowly adjusts his black and red yukata with a huge grin plastered on his face.
you narrow your eyes, choosing silence against the spirit. “really, i keep my promises, human. just say ‘please kaiser, save me and my foolish life!’ and i’ll help you.” kaiser laughs, the azure tips of his hair twinkling in the moonlight. “and why would i do that?! you’re just a spirit, not a god.” you counter, furrowing your brows as his gaze grew annoyed. “i am a god, girl. and if i’m ‘just a spirit’, why do you need my help so bad?” he questions, tilting his head.
a sacred word binding grants the host the ability to order their familiar to any and every request, only sealed with a kiss.
you could feel your blood boiling; a god? there was no way this was the jerk controlling the underworld at the tips of his pristine, lithe fingers. the shrine spirits told you all about it—the tales, revenge, and true torture he put every spirit through. you grab kaiser's ankle as the yokai finally reaches the top of the tree, pulling him down with you.
his face contorts into surprise, then disgust. "you foolish human—all you had to do was say a few words, and now your pride is going to cost your life." he reprimands, yukata flowing along the winds, along with his silky, blue-tipped hair. "tell me this, kaiser." you spat, an uncharacteristic smile planted on your face as the two of you tumbled down severe winds. "how does it feel like being a land-god's new familiar?"
deep azure eyes widen like never before, revealing the prominent streaks of red adorning the crease of his eyes. "you—"
and all it took for a deadly emperor, incapable of change or obedience to be completely at your mercy, was a sweet kiss on the lips. dainty hands cupping ivory cheeks, along with soft lips crashing onto his own. michael kaiser had never felt this low in his entire life, he feels as if the air had been sucked dry from his lungs.
"okay, then. save me, mihya." you pull away, whispering against his cheek.
as the former god of the underworld slashes the yokai after you to bits without a word, his arms pull you into him, providing a safe landing from all the turbulence.
and he's never felt sicker in his life.














