Born Of The Gods

IV: An Angel's Voice

The following weeks after the party were spent with secret messages, longing for the touch of each other once more, longing the taste the other heavenly being, counting the days until their next meeting. Yata was worried his crow would suffer from exhaustiveness, due to how much he sent his messages to his dark lover. Receiving them back made his heart jump three times faster, the words written with the black ink on the papyrus may as well had been said out loud against his ear sensually. The letters filled with promises of their next meeting made the Erote shiver in anticipation. He longed to see his friend and lover and cursed the law of the heavens that children who were not of age could not travel alone, due to the dangers of harpies and evil god-borns or god themselves.

It was a warm evening, when Misaki received another message from Saruhiko, a promise to meet at the Heaven Festival. The Heaven Festival was one of the greatest events of the whole realm of the gods. There were many games and challenges in poetry, music, beauty, smarts and strength. Gods gathered from every realm, many cultures merged for this week full of festivities, friendships, new bonds, culture, talents, debauchery and love. The highest amount of new god-borns were conceived on one of these nights in a quiet gazebo under the stars, in the lake with beautiful water nymphs, in the plush grape gardens of Dionysus, which no one dared to approach, the screams of pleasure driving them off or, quite the opposite, made them join the debauchery. Many would too be spotted inside the festival holding temple on a particularly cold night or due to a wish of privacy. It was also the time god-borns, who had not yet come of age, could demonstrate their gifts, for many gods and high-standing god-borns scouted new apprentices for the new season.

The Festival was just 2 months away, and to Yata it didn't seem like a long time, but also felt like an eternity. He had waited for his friend for seven years and he held it out, but now, when his feelings and heart had been bared to his lover, even hours apart felt like torture. See, Misaki was born as a high love being. Erotes formed out of love and his purpose in life later depending on what kind of love will be showed to him and what love he gave in return, was determined solely on emotions. Yata was a very open Erote, not shying away from publicly showing his love for his family, friends and other important things in life. He wore his heart out on his sleeve and bared it to everybody, on full display. So it had hurt a lot when he was young and children who he had called friends were mean to him and left him behind. Rejection or scolding from his loved ones hurt both physically and emotionally, so it was rare Tatara (never Mikoto, he was too lazy to get angry at a simple child's mistake) hurt him. The only thing he was shy from was women, god or god-born, who were all created beautiful and able to manipulate any gods or god-borns heart or the mentions of sexual behavior or even an accidentally seen scene of debauchery. Now, being only a few months away from being a full fledged adult and on the doorstep to keeping his looks forever, the thought of sexuality was slowly forming as a thought of interest. Having just acquired a partner he was interested to spend his time with, the matters of the flesh didn't seem as unappealing as before. The passionate emotions and pleasure he had felt that night, when they first tasted each other still gave him a thrill and a full-body shiver to pair.

Yata filled the waiting time still writing to his beloved, playing and watching his little sister grow and form into a girl, whose beauty and smarts would be envied when she grew up. As the Festival grew closer each day, the chatter reached his family temple, and many Hermes-borns delivered the messages of the attendees and apprenticeships available, the games and list of meals, the duration of the said event, the location and many other details. As his parents and sister eagerly listened to the information, Misaki thought about his future. Who did he wanted to an apprentice to? Tatara and everybody else ran around him praising him and predicting he would be the apprentice of Apollo himself, being gifted with a strong but beautiful voice. Did he wanted to be a singer himself? Would Saruhiko also choose his tutor that night, and if he would, would they ever again be able to spend their time together?