Forgotten Lover of the Moon

Night of Eternity

The bedroom, once ordinary, seemed to shiver with cold, as if the walls recognized the upcoming arrival. A hush settled over the air, a preamble to something extraordinary and otherworldly. And then, as if a figure emerged at the hall. Tall and regal, their presence radiated an aura of power and ancient wisdom. A crown of stars decorated their head, each holy jewel a testament to their divine bloodline.

With each step, the room seemed to shift as the god moved forward, a gentle aura surrounded them, a whisper of heavenly power that danced like stardust in their trail. The air seemed charged with reverence and marvel, a testament to the deity's majesty.

The god had short black hair as it wandered thru the room in a teal dress that had no end. The moonlight hit the figure, revealing a dark-skinned woman with gold jewelry and a white streak in her hair. Her blue eyes matched her makeup and garments. She disappeared into the night, only to come back to a light and heavenly palace. A tall white-haired man was standing there with his long tentacles. Long columns reaching forever and clouds beside the road the tan-skinned man was standing.
-"My dearest sister. Welcome back. We need to talk." said a deep but soft voice.
-"Can't it wait till after my bath?"
-" My apologies. It's about the humans. The others and I decided that, as the only members of The Heavenly, it's our duty to collect information."
-" I'll meet you down the gates after my bath. Tell my sweet angels to prepare my water while ill get my dress ready."
-"Yes, sister."
Moments after, two young angels came to collect the lady for her bath. Candles were burning next to the tub. It set a calming mood in the room. The divine being put her short hair up. The tall woman took her towel off and dipped herself into the warm water. The bubbles submerged her body, up to the mole on her chest. As she relaxed, someone knocked on her door.
-"Lady Nyssa, Sir Septhis is waiting for you."
-"Oh, thank you, my dear."
She got herself out of the foamy water and grabbed the clothes. It lay next to the sink. Almost black dress ln the colour of space. Gold glitters like the stars. She gently brushed her hair before meeting her brother. He placed his hands out for her and went over the gate to the other side. In a bright glow, they felt the wind on their face. They morphed into the form of a human. Septhis's ears catch a melody coming from a stage. The siblings decide on different ways to collect more information. Nyssa stumbles upon a little garden. In it, birds are singing this lovely song. A young man with soft scars on his arms rolled his wheelchair onto the courtyard and murmuringly started reading an old brown book. He didn't noticed the woman watching. The god kept observing the brown-haired boy. His expressions were dark and dead, there was no gleam in his eyes.. She spoke out, yet Nathan couldn't hear anything.

-"We'll cross paths once more, and you won't forget it. I'll tear apart the fabric of your existence and watch you unravel, piece by agonizing piece. I'll unleash a nightmare upon humanity. I'll condemn them to a fate worse than death."

Septhis blended into the crowd, glancing upon a black-haired guy in a soft blue suit filled with silky ribbons and gold on the stage. His singing matched the tune of the guitar and the drums. With a piercing stare at the singer. Their gaze locked with each other. Casper's eyes reflected with a disturbance at the god while maintaining the singing. He saw the true nature of Septhis. The god walked away into an alleyway. He opened a portal into the heavens. Septhis reported to his sister about his findings. The angels poured him a warm cup of sweet tea. The siblings ended up talking about the humans they looked over. "As the Goddess of life and the God of death, it's our responsibility to determent when we shall give humankind the salvation they require." She said with a soft but stern voice. Septhis took all of the pieces of information into his office. Two angels were guarding the door from the outside. His tentacles touched the tubes of every dead and alive human. He saw the one that was for the singer he met. Reading more into him and people related to Casper. Hard light lit him from the test tubes. He sat down at his desk filled with papers. His long fingers embraced the new sheet of paper with dark golden ink. When the page got filled to the brim, he rolled and sealed the note. He handed it to one of the angels to make copies for every god. That being said, Septhis asked the other angel to prepare him a warm milky bath. Moments later, the god's body submerged into the white liquid. In his silk robe, he put his children to bed. What felt like a day to them was only 6 hours to the humans. Darkness filled the outside, with only the steps of the angels patrolling can be heard. They walk up and down for all eternity, protecting the gods and other angels.

What kind of life is it when an individual's sole purpose is to serve others? Shall salvation save those? Or is it even an option for them?

-Lafayette