Dear Ms Lady Demigod: Twelve Days To Doom

8 1 Fighting The War Of Peace

The vines covered the entire golden landscape, turning the deserts green, drowning misery in bloom and infertile diamonds to fertile mosses, which harvested creepers and climbers. Wild vintage cocoons of unhindered bounty and sweetness. Ariel looked at her as his vision was soon interrupted by a blooming flower, a water lily.

Tears fell from Ariel's eyes, seeping into the roots of the flowers as Jevelene walked towards him and the vines moved away to give way to her. Aphrodite and all the other women looked down as Jevelene came and stood before Ariel. They spoke nothing, just bled. He, in his red and she in her heart. She pressed her hands into her pockets, "I feel no love," and she took out that golden water lily he gave her. His eyes widened, but his neck couldn't move without tearing any more ligaments and tendons, "I feel no love, my dear. I never did. I am a hollow woman, who runs to protect passions that ruin me, and I allow myself to suffer in myself, I am aware.

In our youth, we have done many beautiful things. Things that make stars envy the transcendental glow of our being, the luminosity of our stars as they intertwine, make us one. But as separation betroths us, and I see you move away, I see us as if you were a sailor, and I the moon, I would pine for you even as I sat on the throne of the sky, I would...long and seek after you...I would...melt in my sorrows of having met something so full of love, for I, I am a hollow woman. You honoured me by giving me your words of love, yet I feel no love.

You burn me with longing. But that pain must be why I believe that...What I feel must not be love but something greater than love. It must be devotion. So, I worship you. I let my wings down, I let your fire, not consume me, but light me up, so that I could shine as bright as you and then you would let me worship you... If only I, oh my Ariel, if only I could win this lot!"

Ariel's wet eyes felt their lashes intertwine, like once his fingers did with hers, and gently, very gently, they closed, even though he wished he could look at her face a bit longer. As long as he'd want, he would not mind staring at her for eternity, because it wouldn't be the face he'd look at, it would be the love for him. It would be her. It would be Jevelene.

Phobos screamed and tore the vines away from his body, "Imbecile woman!" He pushed Jvelene and she fell down the vines, balancing herself on the floor. She looked up at him, and the vines grew under it, shielding her from the angry god, "You she-dog, you dare interrupt me? I shall teach you some civilities of how to address a god,"
"I do not see you as a god," Jevelene glared, "You reek of vanity and affliction, I curse you!"

The diamonds clasped her ankles and locked themselves into her flesh, she fell to her knees and rose her hands, but the vines would not glow out of diamonds. He looked down at her, "Allow me to depart you to your beloved," He rose his flail and Jevelene looked into his eyes, with no regrets or remorse. She grabbed a diamond and stabbed it into his thigh, he screamed, "You witch!" She got up and began running, "How do I get out of here?"
"Don't! If you leave, we'll never reach Ariel again!" Nataniel screamed, "Do not leave!"

"...Nate...Ariel..." She turned back and looked at his pale corpse, hanging onto a diamond rock, "We will never reach him again. He has crossed realms far beyond our reach..."
Nataniel looked at Ariel's eyes, they were still rolled up. But soon, the skin around his eyes began cracking, and from those cracks shone gemstones, which rose and surrounded his eyes in beautiful patterns of green. Nataniel moved closer to his face, "Ariel?"

"Nate?" Jevelene looked at the sky.
"Jevelene, please don't leave," Nataniel commanded her as he touched Ariel's face, 'Is he...decomposing?' He wondered.

Phobos stood before her in his splendid, purple armour, "Jevelene... You speak of love, yet look at yourself, the only one you claim to have loved with every atom that makes you you, your love could not save him,"
"You cannot manipulate me," Jevelene
"You and Ariel are similar since none of you received the love that you deserve and maybe that brought you together, but you, Jevelene, have always held yourself back from giving love, because you were afraid it would turn to devotion, to self-destruction, you know you are prone to a love like this, yet look how you fell, with pieces of him and you, at least he is at peace now,"