Soul Thief
Edol was going mad.
He thought that if humans had no souls, there would be nothing for Oberon to sever.
Oberon shouldn't have been severing anything for the past several months, yet he still found joy in these humans. He still found joy parading around on Earth with Irene.
Oberon had defied his creation, and as did Irene.
Edol thought Despond would have been the last God, yet there existed Athena and now Mira.
Oberon was too powerful, and with Irene beside him, tangled around him with all her love, they could be unstoppable.
So Edol had to stop them. But taking the humans' souls did not work.
He told Irene to stay on Earth, yet she defied him.
And even Edol did not know what Mira could do. She had gold light like he did.
Edol shattered the windows of his domain, sent Ardora away as she witnessed him.
And he knew Ardora would never keep quiet.
So he slipped into his tall gold throne, looked on at the Earth below him.
Perhaps he would have to kill Earth like he had before. Perhaps he would have to destroy this entire galaxy as well.
And it was all because of Irene.
It was all because of Oberon.
Edol was intensely jealous of Oberon. He had always been jealous. Oberon found joy in life even when Edol didn't.
Oberon found love and even accepted that he had no more souls to sever. He was satisfied. Perhaps he was even happy that he had more time to spend with Irene.
And Irene, the Goddess of Spring, of Life and Rebirth, found her joy in the dark robes of Oberon.
She was supposed to fall in love with Edol.
Edol knew a Goddess of Life would enjoy him much more than the God of Death.
Yet Edol peered into Oberon's Domain, saw Irene sleeping in Oberon's arms. With each of her soft, contented breaths flowers bloomed in the dark and despaired domain.
It was impossible.
It should have been impossible.
He thought that if humans had no souls, there would be nothing for Oberon to sever.
Oberon shouldn't have been severing anything for the past several months, yet he still found joy in these humans. He still found joy parading around on Earth with Irene.
Oberon had defied his creation, and as did Irene.
Edol thought Despond would have been the last God, yet there existed Athena and now Mira.
Oberon was too powerful, and with Irene beside him, tangled around him with all her love, they could be unstoppable.
So Edol had to stop them. But taking the humans' souls did not work.
He told Irene to stay on Earth, yet she defied him.
And even Edol did not know what Mira could do. She had gold light like he did.
Edol shattered the windows of his domain, sent Ardora away as she witnessed him.
And he knew Ardora would never keep quiet.
So he slipped into his tall gold throne, looked on at the Earth below him.
Perhaps he would have to kill Earth like he had before. Perhaps he would have to destroy this entire galaxy as well.
And it was all because of Irene.
It was all because of Oberon.
Edol was intensely jealous of Oberon. He had always been jealous. Oberon found joy in life even when Edol didn't.
Oberon found love and even accepted that he had no more souls to sever. He was satisfied. Perhaps he was even happy that he had more time to spend with Irene.
And Irene, the Goddess of Spring, of Life and Rebirth, found her joy in the dark robes of Oberon.
She was supposed to fall in love with Edol.
Edol knew a Goddess of Life would enjoy him much more than the God of Death.
Yet Edol peered into Oberon's Domain, saw Irene sleeping in Oberon's arms. With each of her soft, contented breaths flowers bloomed in the dark and despaired domain.
It was impossible.
It should have been impossible.