Soul Thief
"Irene likes you," Edol told Oberon one day.
Oberon turned and looked at Edol, almost surprised by his words.
That much is obvious, Oberon said.
"Yet you are oblivious to her," Edol said.
Pardon?
"She is taken by you, Oberon. Can't you see?"
Oberon had not seen. Irene had been just another God to him. She tended to the lifeforms Edol willed into existence, but she did have her own charm about her.
And Oberon realized perhaps he was taken by her as well.
Irene and Oberon spent many a day in Oberon's Domain. They spent many other days walking the Earth together.
Oberon admired how much Irene knew about all these living creatures. Irene admired how Oberon could take them away.
Edol could see and predict all, but was surprised when these two fell in love.
Oberon said, Do you suppose she likes flowers?
Edol said, "That's silly, Oberon. Of course she does."
Oberon said, Of course she does.
Oberon could not create flowers. He could not create anything. He was a being of death and only death.
He was alone in his domain another day, focused on a single seedling Irene had gifted him.
It rested in his boney palm.
With his other, he clenched his scythe, tried with all his might to will this seed to sprout.
No such luck.
Oberon sighed.
Irene was elegant and powerful. Sprouting seeds was the least of her worries, yet Oberon struggled with this simple task.
Oberon was certain he was in love when he realized he could not sprout this seed.
Irene was everything he was not, and that was exceptionally attractive to him.
Oberon had a difficult time with personal nuances.
He whispered, Irene, won't you join me? I am unable to sprout flowers for you, but my love for you is otherwise limitless.
And she was there, before him. Her body was nude and humanlike. Her wild, red hair sprouted in every direction, unlike Oberon's seed.
He stood, came close to her. His presence was intimidating, and the small Goddess looked up at him with eyes full of love.
"I am unable to kill. That is what I love about you, Oberon," she said.
Oberon turned and looked at Edol, almost surprised by his words.
That much is obvious, Oberon said.
"Yet you are oblivious to her," Edol said.
Pardon?
"She is taken by you, Oberon. Can't you see?"
Oberon had not seen. Irene had been just another God to him. She tended to the lifeforms Edol willed into existence, but she did have her own charm about her.
And Oberon realized perhaps he was taken by her as well.
Irene and Oberon spent many a day in Oberon's Domain. They spent many other days walking the Earth together.
Oberon admired how much Irene knew about all these living creatures. Irene admired how Oberon could take them away.
Edol could see and predict all, but was surprised when these two fell in love.
Oberon said, Do you suppose she likes flowers?
Edol said, "That's silly, Oberon. Of course she does."
Oberon said, Of course she does.
Oberon could not create flowers. He could not create anything. He was a being of death and only death.
He was alone in his domain another day, focused on a single seedling Irene had gifted him.
It rested in his boney palm.
With his other, he clenched his scythe, tried with all his might to will this seed to sprout.
No such luck.
Oberon sighed.
Irene was elegant and powerful. Sprouting seeds was the least of her worries, yet Oberon struggled with this simple task.
Oberon was certain he was in love when he realized he could not sprout this seed.
Irene was everything he was not, and that was exceptionally attractive to him.
Oberon had a difficult time with personal nuances.
He whispered, Irene, won't you join me? I am unable to sprout flowers for you, but my love for you is otherwise limitless.
And she was there, before him. Her body was nude and humanlike. Her wild, red hair sprouted in every direction, unlike Oberon's seed.
He stood, came close to her. His presence was intimidating, and the small Goddess looked up at him with eyes full of love.
"I am unable to kill. That is what I love about you, Oberon," she said.