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"What do you know about regret?" I seethed, feeling tears well into my eyes. "I lost everything when I fell into this hell, gave everything to you at a chance to get out of it, and you, you perverse, evil, cowardly shadow of a god who lives so 'truly' to your nature, who could you... what could you possibly...I hate you!" I shouted, trying to fight through my weeping.
"Well." he said leaning closely to my ear and twirling a lock of my hair. "What about you girly? You worshiped me, called out to me, declared your devotion, and then betrayed me once I thought to reward you for your service? Who's the real liar here I wonder?"
"It doesn't matter." I said, shutting my tear-stained eyes. "You'll either kill me or make me a puppet, either way, you'll just discard me once you've lost interest. Just get it over with."
"Then I'll take that as a yes." He cooed, as he locked his fingers with mine.
It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would when he took me and as the night dragged on it became easier to disassociate from the feelings of violation. On the contrary, Okina's behavior went from predatory and reserved to increasingly animal-like and crazed. He'd squeeze and pull at my limbs, trying to drive himself deeper and closer to me, pick me up and pin me, and smother his face in my bosom. I, with the enfeeblement, was incapable of doing anything except trying to lock my arms around him for some stability, but even that was denied to me as he pull me off to kiss my palm or grab my wrist for a better hold. When it was finally over the bed was a complete wet mess, probably a total loss for the sheets. I wonder if Satono and Mai will wrap me in them when they dispose of my body.

"Lady Okina..." I heard Mai's voice as I came back to consciousness, the familiar feeling of Okina carrying me in his arms. I turned to see the two servants with shocked expressions.
"Go prepare a bath for us." Okina ordered the two "I want my Fiancé to rest soundly tonight, clean and fresh."
"Right away." The two said, immediately recognizing the situation.

From that day forward, it was as Okina said, he had taken over my body and made me take permanent residence in his former shell as his Wife. At first I was filled with dread, wondering what the punchline of this cruel joke would be, but it never seemed to come. Okina didn't ask me to perform impossible tasks and cruelly punish me when I failed, instead, he pushed me along in my wheel chair to social gatherings with the Buddhists, Taoists, and others to show me off, no longer would he so proudly lord over me with every proclamation, now he preferred to have me sit on his lap and whisper his latest plans into my ear, before Okina would send me as bait for Flandre, now he'd send Flandre to keep me company when he was gone for long periods.
As for my own role, I was still bound to the aspect of enfeeblement, which crippled my legs and sapped me of energy, but also allowed me to manipulate disability in others and compelled me to answer prayers regarding that. So, I let crippled children walk, blind old men see the sunset one last time, and infertile woman to bear children. Sometimes people would ask me to put afflictions on their enemies, and I would do that to, as I was duty-bound, but I'd also inflict it upon the worshiper and the problem usually sorted itself out. Over time, 'Okina's Better Half' took on new meaning as a turn-of-phrase, as for all the harm my Husband caused, I wasn't far behind to heal some of the damage. He never questioned me about this, after all, I was simply performing my godly duties.
My Husband... I remember the day I first regarded him as that. There had been a drinking party among the Sages of Gensokyo, well, they called it a meeting to discuss important matters, but this is Gensokyo after all. I hadn't wanted to come to a place where people like Okina would gather, but some nagging feeling had told me not to leave him alone with two women such as Yukari and Kasen in my former body. They had talked about all sorts of meaningless things and deep-sounding concepts while the sake took effect, then it was non-stop gossip about the most banal of things, meetings among 'powerful people' are often like that I learned. When It finally came time for us to leave and Satono turned my wheel chair toward the backdoor, it's axle snapped and the chair slouched to one side. I almost toppled over into the realm of the backdoor and, on instinct, I reached out and clutched to Okina's arm. I was told Yukari and Kasen had made no shortages of jeers at the sight, but I couldn't hear anything but Okina's voice "What a feeble Wife I have." He said in a sing-song voice as he lifted me up into a bridal carry. "But I suppose even a gemstone can have a few imperfections."
Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome, my waning manhood, or some godly empathy, but if my only choice was whether or not to love him, then I'd love him.