Soul Thief
Despond sunk back to his domain. It was within the inner circle of Earth, where the core was hot and smoky and more comfortable than Ardora's fortress of ice.
He preferred the warmth like she preferred the cold.
He touched his face. Ardora had froze his skin with her ice strikes. She was perpetually ill-tempered and it often seemed like Despond was the only God willing to listen to her.
She had those humans. Those humans loved her.
No one loves me, thought Despond.
Despond was the God of Despair. His creation was unfair. He was not particularly despaired himself, but he had not a soul who cared for him like those humans cared for Ardora, or like Irene cared for Oberon.
Edol was fond of Despond, but Edol wasn't often around this Earth he so adored.
Oberon appeared in Despond's Domain.
Despond was startled, sat up from his silk cushions atop the magma floor.
Your face, inquired Oberon.
"I know. Ardora is upset with me. I'm staying here until she cools down."
Despond smiled but Oberon did not understand jokes.
You cannot stay here forever, especially when humans are dying without their souls, said Oberon.
Despond was surprised at such a statement.
"Without their souls?" Despond asked.
Yes. Do you have anything to do with this?
"Tsk! Not at all. I'm not fond of humans and I especially don't care enough to take their souls."
Oberon loomed closer Despond. His long robes caught fire as he stepped along the magma but they did not burn.
If I discover you had anything to do with this, warned Oberon.
"You know I respect you, Oberon. I would never do such a thing. If anyone is behind this, it is Ardora. She adores those pesky humans enough that she just might be behind this thievery."
Oberon vanished and Despond huffed at his leaving.
"Farewell."
He preferred the warmth like she preferred the cold.
He touched his face. Ardora had froze his skin with her ice strikes. She was perpetually ill-tempered and it often seemed like Despond was the only God willing to listen to her.
She had those humans. Those humans loved her.
No one loves me, thought Despond.
Despond was the God of Despair. His creation was unfair. He was not particularly despaired himself, but he had not a soul who cared for him like those humans cared for Ardora, or like Irene cared for Oberon.
Edol was fond of Despond, but Edol wasn't often around this Earth he so adored.
Oberon appeared in Despond's Domain.
Despond was startled, sat up from his silk cushions atop the magma floor.
Your face, inquired Oberon.
"I know. Ardora is upset with me. I'm staying here until she cools down."
Despond smiled but Oberon did not understand jokes.
You cannot stay here forever, especially when humans are dying without their souls, said Oberon.
Despond was surprised at such a statement.
"Without their souls?" Despond asked.
Yes. Do you have anything to do with this?
"Tsk! Not at all. I'm not fond of humans and I especially don't care enough to take their souls."
Oberon loomed closer Despond. His long robes caught fire as he stepped along the magma but they did not burn.
If I discover you had anything to do with this, warned Oberon.
"You know I respect you, Oberon. I would never do such a thing. If anyone is behind this, it is Ardora. She adores those pesky humans enough that she just might be behind this thievery."
Oberon vanished and Despond huffed at his leaving.
"Farewell."