Galaxies Apart

Chapter 2: Long overdue

(T.W.: Depression, mentions of ab*se and self harm)

"How do I look???" Stolas asked his friend, who sighed softly. "Outstanding as always, old friend." Asmodeus said, being torn by everything. He couldn't help but feel a little bit of guilt for introducing his old friend to such a despicable lifestyle, especially since he could see that his condition was getting worse by the day. Every day, he got out of there with even less confidence than before, his spirit breaking into pieces by the day and all Asmodeus could really so was watch as this man was destroying himself in the name of love. It's true that it was very like him to do that... given what kind of life he's lived. But commoners think that with a name, a title and money, there's no hardship or pain. If things were different, maybe his friend could truly find happiness... But they weren't. So that's where he'd meet his tragic end.

"Why do you care what that filthy imp thinks, anyway... He's destroying you." He said in concern, but Stolas, as always was blind to it all, because, well... Blitzø was his first friend, his first love, the centre of his universe for so long... How could he ever go back? He was doing the least elegant and dignifying things on the planet, just to forget the pain this man caused him... And still, after all this, he still wanted to see him, to talk to him, to hear his voice, weather to cuss him out or call him names, he didn't care... His need to be next to him couldn't compare to anything that this world and any other worlds ever saw or experienced.

"I know... But I... truly... would sacrifice my life for him. No holding back." He replied to the sin of lust. He couldn't lie, he was surprised, himself, when the imp called him, asking to meet. He never thought that this day will come, where Blitzø would call, unprovoked, or without him begging to see him like his only salvation was him. But he did and... He was a bit frightened about it all, what will happen? What will they talk about? Does he have ulterior motives...? He couldn't truly tell. But still... He wanted him to see him at his best, in his blue suit he's worn on their first date.

Date... how silly. He's still calling it a date even after it was clear he was only using him as an excuse to get to spy and stalk his employees, as if he was there for his convenience. And truth be told... he was. He was always there for his convenience. And he thought he was content with that, as long as he could be with him in one way or another. He thought he was content with just a transaction... Until his feelings started eating him alive, like a fire within him that would imitate the fires of hell, unextinguishable, forever burning within his heart and slowly taking away his life as he knew it. The great Prince of Goetia... at the mercy of a romance that will never come to be, at the mercy of an imp who will never truly love him the way he does, brought to his knees by the pain he's feeling at the tragic realisation that... he will never stop loving this man... and he'll never be loved in return.

"Thank you, again... Asmodeus... For letting our meeting take place in one of your VIP rooms. I'm terribly sorry for making a fuss I just... couldn't face him in my own Palace..." He said, feeling a sting pierce through his heart at the thought... He couldn't handle another night where the two of them would engage in nightly activities, without a word after, just maybe the most trivial things at best, he couldn't handle another night where he longed to get close, to touch him tenderly, not sexually, to let him know just how his presence occupied his heart since he was only a child, to let him know that truly... if he could do it all again, and get the same ending to their story... He'd still gladly do it twice.

His head was resting against the frame of the window, his eyes lost in the stars as his mouth escaped a heavy sigh, a sigh that was hiding much more pain than he let on... If Asmodeus thought he was desperate and pathetic for what he was sharing... He clearly hasn't seen what he wasn't... His soul was breaking already, knowing now he'll have to face the imp, speaking with a voice full of heartbreak and sorrow as entire galaxies where reflecting into his eyes. "I wish I could have asked him to come to my Palace once again, but... That place holds so many memories that haunt my dreams... And although I keep them close to my heart... that's exactly the reason why they're so painful..." He sighed just one last time, taking a deep breath to try and calm his drumming heart that wouldn't let him rest and his mind that was constantly playing tricks on him.