MORTALE

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UN MONDO COMPLETAMENTE NUOVO 

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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FAYE paused. 

Heaven?  It would make sense: the bright lights, the airy feeling.  But, he said heaven? She looked at Deimos as if he had grown two heads. Bringing her fingers up to her mouth, she began to nibble on them, something she recently began when she'd felt anxious. 

"No, baby," Deimos gently grabbed her hand, wiping off her saliva on his own shirt before folding his own around hers. "It's okay, don't be scared." 

She looked at the lady, still staring at them from the side. Who was she?

"That's the Moon Goddess," he answered for her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "She's the reason we are here." 

Faye stepped closer to Deimos, staring at the tall woman.  Her dark skin was flawless, her features were high and set, and each hair was placed perfectly. There was no doubt in Faye's mind that this woman is a goddess. Moon Goddess? 

"I-I," Faye mumbled and stuttered. "W-What?" She whispered and tugged her hand out of Deimos' hold, wrapping her arms around her waist. Even she didn't feel comforted by him right then. 

"I know this is sudden," the woman spoke, her voice dripping like honey. "I want to give you some time to adjust and possibly some more explanations." She nodded towards the side where a small path laid, almost translucent as it shimmered against the white clouds. 

"Please," she continued. "Have some rest and relax." 

Deimos looked at Faye for action. He knew she was very uncertain of the environment and wanted to let her make the first move, not him.  Slowly, Faye shuffled her way over to the shimmering bridge, the lady becoming even taller as she was closer. The white dress adorned her body perfectly, hugged each curve, and was truly a vision. 

Faye was exhausted. She couldn't handle it anymore. Whining, she turned to Deimos and raised her arms, signaling she wanted to be held. She didn't care if there were one or one million people watching, she wanted to be safe in his arms. 

"Aw, il mio orso (my bear)," Deimos cooed and gently picked her up under her arms, letting her wrap her legs around his waist and hide her face in his neck. She whined, hugging him tighter. "Shh, la mia stella (my star), sleep." He brushed his hand down her hair and turned towards the Moon Goddess, following her own strides with his, both power and grace combined. 

Faye closed her eyes, tears approaching behind her eyelids. She didn't even know why she was crying. Maybe she was too overwhelmed. Maybe she was mad that Deimos hid this from her. Maybe she's scared that it's all a dream and she will wake up alone. 

Deimos felt the wetness before he heard the sniffles. Her tears and wet lashes traced against his neck. He felt his heartbreak at her pain, knowing he was part of the cause. 

I shouldn't have sprung this upon her, it was too soon, he thought. But there was truly no way out. 

Following the woman, he found himself staring at a castle, a vision in white. Pure and perfect, like everything else here. He had been to Heaven before on accounts of political matters but never had stayed within the Golden Gates. 

Walking inside, the giant doors swung behind him with a muted boom. The Moon Goddess directed him to a room, looking at the clingy girl with one last look of sympathy and purity before  leaving the two alone.  Deimos gently dropped Faye on the bed, seeing her curl into a ball before tugging the soft comforter around her body. If she had only opened her eyes when she was in the room and not before, there would've been no obvious change. The rooms all looked to be from reality alongside the castle itself.