The Eyes

The God

-Grandmother-

Vincent and Julie were out looking for a new place to stay. I had given them enough money to last them until Vincent could find new employment elsewhere. He was rather upset about his job. He hated the fact he had to uproot his entire life again. It pained me just as much as it did him. Julie was rather hesitant to leave her home, but Vincent had somehow soothed her. He was always intelligent, knowing how to talk his way through things. I knew he would find a new apartment, a new house for them, and he would handle everything himself. I had more things to worry about.

My son was not fond of Vincent or Viktor. Viktor was only living with us because he was more demon like, demon enough to ignore the fact that he was part human. William had even been able to convince Viktor of the falsehood that he wasn't human at all. I had let it play out for too long. William was to blame for Viktor's corruption and I needed to open my eyes.

It was sad that the death of my own grandson had to make me realize this.

I was too weak to face William and Viktor though. I was strong enough to notice my weakness. If I talked to my son, I wouldn't be able to carry out what I was planning. Murder wasn't on my mind, but something just as horrible. Viktor had to be contained. I had prepared a Void Cell for him. Void Cells were the most awful prisons, but I knew it was the only thing that could hold Viktor back. He was a leach, sucking power from everything for his own horrible purpose. As for William, he was too crafty. I taught him too well for my own good. I had other plans for him.

I was assured this was the only option. I couldn't carry it out myself, so I was off to see someone even more wise and great than I. He was possibly the most powerful demon left on earth, perhaps even in the other worlds as well. He was so powerful, godlike, you couldn't look at him in a whole. He had to fragment his very soul into many beings to be gazed upon. He was maybe the one I trusted most, the one I loved with every piece of my heart. He was my best friend. My husband. Cyprio.

I thought as I traveled to his location. It was very remote, seeing as he disliked visitors. I knew he would be surprised to see me. All the millennia he has been alive, he loses track of time. He thinks so much time has passed between our meetings that he general assumes I've died. He's outlived so many of his past lovers. I can see it in his eyes. It was a pressing loneliness. He knew he would always live longer than the ones he loves. It pains me to pain him in this way. The closer we grow, the more he dreads the time after me.

I pushed those thoughts away. I was nearly there. He could feel my emotions as if they were tangible. I didn't want to upset him so I calmed myself. I knew it wouldn't work. I still had the scare from Vincent's death.

Before I reached the large and secluded manor, I saw something nearing me while I flew. I slowed, trying to figure out what it was. It was moving too fast so it hit me before I could identify it. I was slammed into the ground, getting the wind knocked from my chest. But I soon felt a warm and comforting embrace and I knew who it was before he spoke.

"Ah, my little bird is back again. I thought you were gone!" His voice was warm and welcoming. He pulled away to look at me. His face always changes slightly. He tries to break his soul into even parts so every piece is the same, but he never gets it right. Every time I see a part, he looks ever slightly different. This one was taller than the one I last saw, and looked more confident. He had clear eyes, always a brilliant gold, no matter what part. "My strong Avila. Oh, how I have missed you."

I smiled brightly, suddenly feeling like I was only a few decades old again. He always made me feel like a blushing teenager, young and drunk with love. I saw a of loneliness in his flash eyes though, and my joy died down. I needed to visit more, I told myself. It would make him happy.

He was in tune with my mood now and his smile also dimmed. "Is there something wrong?" He sat back on his heels, then stood. I followed suit and wiped the dirt from my Victorian skirts.

I looked back up at him. I told him everything that happened with his grandsons. He had never met them. He thought it would be too painful for him. But I knew he was already attached to them and loved them as much as I did. He was appalled that Viktor had done such horrible things. He agreed something had to be done. And then the worst part came. I told him of my plan. I silently waited for his response, scrutinizing his pale face.

Pain rippled in his golden eyes and he sighed. "Oh, my little bird," he whispered. "You are right, it is the only way. You are too clever sometimes."

"I am too weak to do it myself. Will you have a piece of your soul do the bidding?" I inquired. I knew he could make a part entirely of one character. One of pure joy, pure sadness, pure kindness. Pure purpose.

He cracked a wide smile. "Yet again are you too clever." The playful expression was gone and he looked very grave. He turned and looked right into my eyes. He clutched my hands in his. "This will be easy for me after I create the right soul piece, but I will need you to be with me, little bird. You know what it is like, making parts."

I swallowed dryly and nodded, squeezing his hands. "I will be right here with you."

He kept a tight grip on his hands, but his mind seemed to be offline. He was focused on the other parts. His body started to shift slightly and glow with a faint light. But then it started. The awful and horrible screaming coming from his mouth. His entire face was blank, but his lips were parted in a cry of pure agony. His soul was being ripped apart and remade. I suddenly regretted asking for his help. He would have to do this again to reform back into almost equal pieces.

A god with all the power in the world and the only thing that can physically hurt him, I personally requested him to do.