Soul Thief
"I sense something in you, Zacharie" Despond said.
Zacharie sat up, pressed his fists against the table.
"I'm not some pretty boy like you," Zacharie whispered.
"I merely asked why you are so sad," Despond said calmly.
Zacharie's eyes flickered between Desponds before he said, "My father was killed in the war. My mother and my sister are lost without him. I have to look after them, but I am young. I do not have my father's skills."
Zacharie was shocked these words fell from his mouth, but Despond had his ways.
And suddenly, Despond felt incredibly guilty.
It had just been a small fight between Athena and him. Yet he killed thousands of humans, including this man's father.
"I'm sorry," Despond said, but he seemed to not only apologize to this young man.
"May I buy you another drink?"
It seemed insulting.
"You can buy me three, Pretty Boy," said Zacharie. "Maybe I'll stop feeling so sad then, as you put it."
Despond was taken by Zacharie's authority, immediately ordered three more drinks.
And Despond found himself taken in other ways by this Zacharie as well. None of which he would ever admit to Ardora, or any of the other Gods for that matter.
Despond began to realize why Ardora cared for these humans so much. They were enjoyable. They were intelligent and witty. And some were very handsome.
Oberon discovered Despond's guilty pleasures when he severed Zacharie's soul from his body years and years afterward.
Oberon had never seen Despond weep. Despond had never seen himself weep, yet he wept for this golden-haired human when Zacharie died.
"He will be in the stars," Despond whispered.
Certainly, assured Oberon, for eternity. In peace.
Peace is what Despond often sought yet rarely found.
Zacharie sat up, pressed his fists against the table.
"I'm not some pretty boy like you," Zacharie whispered.
"I merely asked why you are so sad," Despond said calmly.
Zacharie's eyes flickered between Desponds before he said, "My father was killed in the war. My mother and my sister are lost without him. I have to look after them, but I am young. I do not have my father's skills."
Zacharie was shocked these words fell from his mouth, but Despond had his ways.
And suddenly, Despond felt incredibly guilty.
It had just been a small fight between Athena and him. Yet he killed thousands of humans, including this man's father.
"I'm sorry," Despond said, but he seemed to not only apologize to this young man.
"May I buy you another drink?"
It seemed insulting.
"You can buy me three, Pretty Boy," said Zacharie. "Maybe I'll stop feeling so sad then, as you put it."
Despond was taken by Zacharie's authority, immediately ordered three more drinks.
And Despond found himself taken in other ways by this Zacharie as well. None of which he would ever admit to Ardora, or any of the other Gods for that matter.
Despond began to realize why Ardora cared for these humans so much. They were enjoyable. They were intelligent and witty. And some were very handsome.
Oberon discovered Despond's guilty pleasures when he severed Zacharie's soul from his body years and years afterward.
Oberon had never seen Despond weep. Despond had never seen himself weep, yet he wept for this golden-haired human when Zacharie died.
"He will be in the stars," Despond whispered.
Certainly, assured Oberon, for eternity. In peace.
Peace is what Despond often sought yet rarely found.