They tell you it's not Natural (The Tien Legion)

Chapter 4

Cursed point of view

“Foolish boy… a time will come when you’ll see the true face of love. Love is like a flame it burns you when it’s hot, it’s about taking a lot of pain. Some fools speak of happiness but I know it isn’t true, I learned from you, that love hurts’’ whispered Lestat when he was left alone.

The powerful magus of darkness got off his bed and wore his old robes. He intended to carry water from the river just outside the city in order to prepare a proper bath at home. The caring “Angel of Death” had set his way down the stairs when it crossed his mind that Ashbury might want to take a bath as well. He got up the stairs again, got through to the end of the hallway and stood outside the boy’s door. He knocked and it seemed as the sound of a monk from the Tien monasteries located beyond was practicing the ancient, holy call of the atonement upon the wooden plank of prayings. His mellow voice cut its way through the locked door bringing the question to Ashbury’s ears,

“I’m going to get water to prepare a bath, would you like that too?”

“Yes please,… thank you…”

“Very well… no need to thank me” and with those words Lestat returned to his task. It was clear that Lestat was feeling somehow sorry for Ashbury and an expression of pity could be seen in his face. Was he in any case growing soft? Maybe it was simply humane concern. But as time flew away, so did his feelings of affection towards Ashbury. The Dark Magus, with pure hate and flaming anger pouring from the depths of his solid stone heart he shaped his soul to an emotionless and untouchable banshee of death.

Lestat got himself a large bucket to carry the water and left his house. As he walked to the city’s gates, he came across many people waving and nodding at him a warm welcome or greeting, none of whom did he not even dedicate the time to look at. He was elegance walking on and on, in the mids of the city’s busy crowd. His desirable existence was standing out of the filthy mass of people in the streets, releasing an uncontrollable aura of sexual sensation.

He finally made it to the gates, walked out and headed for the river, to fill his bucket and carry it back home. Needless to say that he came and went back to his house till the moment he had filled a bath full of water and had stored as double water in a brick and stone tank. By the dark time he was done, it was already early afternoon.

As he had finally prepared the water, opened the small bottles with the subtle oil perfumes and gotten his raw soap he decided to take his robes off and wash up first.

“Why should the little brat ever go in first to take a bath?” thought Lestat and instantly submerged half of his god-blessed naked body into the water. Repeatable hand movements holding the soap, tracing it along his skin, seemingly transparent, cleansing himself from the sexual taint.

Beneath the veil of water his mind swam in seas of spiritualistic ectoplasm with waves of ghostly souls. A burst of rage overfloaded his heart and his thoughts were never spoken. But, as for his thoughts, I knew better.

Lestat was feeling enraged as he was trying to grasp on his thoughts and find logic to the insane actions of the naïve people around him. At first sight there is his complicated, loving relationship with Ashbury, that young demanding fool. Getting more and more irritated by the minute as Ashbury tries to drain some none existing love out of him, forcing the imaginary romance to come out. Could he not see that Lestat’s past in love was always haunting him back. Continuously catching up with him, chaining him in the bottom of this sea of “afterlife”. On top of the childish problems in his personal life came the warfare complications, for which he would strongly rather if he didn’t have to care about. To even think that he must attend the meeting held in the Tien Hold later on the evening makes him go infernal. Alas, he had to attend and so he got off the bath, threw a woolen towel on himself and went to his bedroom, pacing across the hall, barefoot. He wore his rune weaved cloth armor set, got his elune-sha staff, as well as equipped the proper, yet powerful charms and trinkets. Again, he remembered he had to tell Ashbury he could take a bath as well,