Elgion (Self-Published)

Elgion

He wanted love as much as he craved for vengeance.

He still remembered that one, haunting night when he had lost most of his godly powers for they wanted him dead. And that worthless dream god with a semblance of a winged daemon, who made sure that he would suffer until eternity, Elgion was figuring out on how to take his revenge-a plan to take-off the head of his own father, Morpheus. He wanted to hear that god's sweet agonies and bittersweet cries, adjuring for mercy. That thought alone made his own blood rushing through his veins. He might have the blood of a god who could oversee the dreams of heroes and kings but he had the ability to create phobic dreams like his Uncle Phobetor.

Elgion, the great grandson of a famous deity of Hallucinations named Pasithea, was trapped between two bizarre worlds-his former realm and Earth. He had originally been one of the Oneroi, assigned to watch over humans and protect them against those nasty creatures existed only in dreams. He guarded their dreams for such creatures that could control humans' minds with fragile psyches and used their bodies as hosts to drive them insane or worst, killing them in their deep sleep. People never knew until now, nightmares weren't just a bad dream. Those were countless battles in other dimensions. And Elgion was one of the guardians who protected mankind secretly.

But, that was a very long time ago.

He became a dream slayer and killed every soul using his unique powers. He had no pity then. He had no mercy when giving his own justice. It was him who killed every Atlantean who took vengeance to the gods of Olympus. However, he would never forget his own father's terrified eyes, staring at him. Afraid that he would kill the very gods that he served all his life, they wanted him dead.

Hatred and vengeance made him numb. He clenched his teeth and stared in nothingness.

Over these years, he searched his own kind, his former world, his family, but it was desperation who had found him.

Drifting from one dream up to the next, he'd been searching all these years for someone who could raise his emotions to the level which forbidden to his kind. Love had no room for dream gods but when he found Anaki, he wanted more. The only one who could reach his heart, his emptiness inside him, he realized that after all these years, living in a hollow, he wanted to dream for himself. He wanted to know what the world looked like through her translucent eyes.

Living with humans for centuries; he walked through the surface of another world like an outcast, and watched how civilizations obliterated their own kinds. He witnessed their hunger for possessions. He observed how they killed one another for selfish acts. . He realized that they were no longer those ones that gods wanted to protect. He grasped the idea of wiping them all however, it was the same thought that destroyed him.

Pain was all he needed to survive. Alluring upon the darkness of his miserable existence, there were no such things as pure love and warmth affection. Those were merely human's delusional sentiment to flee from their unwanted fates, to overlook their stupid mistakes, and to purify their unholy doings. Humanity was dying...even gods.

He closed his weary eyes, erasing those daunting thoughts completely.

If life had a second chance, maybe he had too.

***

Elgion watched her without a sound.

Inside his outsized, wide, and empty room, he didn't even bother to turn on the lights. The whole place was painted with untainted black, which was his preferred color aside from the hue that opposed the other-white. He could see her visibly through this gloomy darkness, wrapping them both. He stood tall and huge across the king-sized bed with silver linings and dark peach-colored bed sheets. He watched him still, crossing his arms, and enticingly walked towards the side of the bed. She had her hair the color of sunlight, as golden as his was a bloody crimson, which kissed her bare shoulders, yet appeared perfectly contemporary. Her face lying smooth and untroubled against the pillow, her lips opened just enough to let the breath escaped in soft noiseless puffs, Elgion smiled bitterly upon realizing that he had her at last.