Saint Valentine

13th February 2012 A.D.

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2012 A.D.

13th February, nearing midday

I was sitting on a bench in Hyde Park, London. It was an oddly pleasant day for English weather. The sun was shining, the sky practically cloudless, and the breeze just right. I looked around me. Families, couples, joggers and what ever else is possible surrounded me. My last year of punishment, I cracked a humored smile, possibly giving passers by thoughts that I was mentally ill. Not that I cared. Just sixteen more days to go, and I’m free of this for eternity.

I could blame my Fate upon Aphrodite, but I was beyond that. I decided a long time ago that I would take the high road. Yes, initially I took all blame on myself, taking responsibility for my actions. But as time passed, every year, decade, century… I grew bitter, resenting ever laying a finger upon the beautiful woman who should be ashamed to be a Goddess.

She got exactly what she deserved though, so I wasn’t complaining. Father was a man of his word. I did doubt it when he told me that she’d be punished. I mean, she’s Aphrodite… Goddess of love for Zeus’ sake. I should have known that he’d be able to resist her power. Being the King of Gods does have its perks. Her punishment? You might ask. Her wings were cut off, and I’m not metaphorically speaking. It was one of the things that made us physically different from rest of the Kingdom of Heaven. It is the highest castigation a God or Goddess can receive.

I, sadly, wasn’t there for that glorious day. It was during the month of Sodalis (the month of mating), now known on Earth as ‘February.’ It’s quite ironic actually, how it ended up being named. February is from a Latin origin, from the word Februalia, a time where sacrifices were made to atone for sins. I felt as if it was destiny.

I watched as a young lady walked past me, typing feverously into her phone. She grinned; the smile lit her face up as she seemed to get what I could only assume as a text in return. A flash of images passed my mind, a lad, in his early twenties that I saw in the middle of London about a week and a half ago. I found myself looking at plain ground again, and instantly paired him and the girl that had passed by together. How did I know that they are perfect for each other? It’s not a feeling that I can easily explain. It has more to do with being a God, rather than ‘gut instinct’ as they say. I guess, simply said, it’s just meant to be.

The faint sounds of Big Ben hit my ear, it was noon. I got up off the bench, and started walking towards Buckingham Palace. I stuffed my hands down my jeans’ pockets. Jeans were only something I had recently become accustomed to, maybe a hundred years, give or take a few years. The human who created them was genius, absolute genius. Much more comfortable compared to what we used to call ‘pantaloons’ back in the Victorian age, and much, much more comfortable than the togas that we used to wear during Earthen Romanian times. I guess that’s what Fate does; it drives this minuscule little race forward.

Being quite into my thoughts I lost track of where I was walking and accidently bumped into someone.

“Oi! Look where you’re going!” The woman snapped at me. I looked up into her deep green eyes.

 A chill ran over me. That’s strange, humans aren’t supposed to be able to snap at a God. She turned around immediately and rushed ahead of me, in obvious haste. My brows crinkled in confusion… was she some sort of supernatural being? No, no can’t be, she definitely had the scent of human.

I shook away the thought away, not allowing it to take up any more of my time. Buckingham Palace is least to say, not the best piece of architecture that I’ve seen. No, I’m not comparing with Heaven. I was passing it now; I looked up at it and scoffed at the building. I honestly don’t understand why the monarch would want to live in a place like this, when she had better, more beautiful places to sanction herself in. I think that’s the only thing I reason what respected places like the United Kingdom for… for keeping monarchy alive, even though most of all decisions were made by the democracy in general.