In the Eyes of Osiris (Volume One & Two) ~LGBT~

Chapter Twenty-One: Depature

Hello Readers, I had a headach when I wrote this. I did tried my best to stay focus but I have no idea how this chapter turn out. If it's bad, I will rewrite it when I am feeling better.

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Recap:

“Yes you.” Osiris hesitated and looked back at his older brother for a second before gazing at Cy. “Cyan, you and Azazel are mates!’

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Cyan POV

“I’m sorry, what?” I made a face at Osiris, my lips twitching as I attempt to hide my laughter. He looked unamused which only made the situation even funnier. Things have been crazy since we arrived in Aeternum, from Zion dying to Adonis sacrificing his life to save him. I died inside when I realized Adonis was dead. When I had all but given up hope of seeing him again, he was given a new life, transformed into something. I was ecstatic and grateful to every single higher power that had a hand in bringing him back to life.

Not only was everything right with Adonis, but he finally got Osiris back. Sure he was different, ridiculously powerful, but he was back. I remembered when I saw him during his hearing; I couldn’t decide if I should fall on my knees and worship him, or I should run the other direction. I had thought that being in his presence would be nerve wrecking but from what I have seen so far, Osiris was still the same beautiful, childish trouble maker that I consider my little brother and protégé.

Osiris was many things, from jealous to possessive, selfish, childish, strong, mysterious, secretive, and the list goes on. I liked to think I knew Osiris as much as Adonis did since he would not stop talking about his mate constantly. So I knew that Osiris was not a comedian; in fact, Adonis told me he had a dry sense of humor. Now I was seeing his dry sense of humor in action, and I have to say, I found him to be pretty funny. Guess Adonis was exaggerating.

“You’re pretty funny kid,” I laughed; “And Adonis thought you had a bad sense of humor.”

Osiris gave Adonis a stern look before focusing back on me. I snickered when I saw Adonis smiling sheepishly; oops did I get him in trouble? Well, he deserves it for ditching us.

“Now, back to what we were discussing. Azazel,” I turned to Osiris’ half evil brother. “You have some explaining to do,” I left Osiris and marched towards him, my face morphing into one of the darkest glare I could conjure.

“Cyan,” Arion called, and I flinched.

Dammit, I had to work hard at not reacting to him. I learned that Arion was leaving, today. Believe me, I understand why he has to leave; I do, and I support the decision that he should go. He needed to know that the people he left behind in the other world were okay, or he would never be able to live his life in peace. While I supported his departure, I also hated it. It sucks knowing he has to leave. Arion is like a safety blanket; he makes me feel secure and free. I can get angry and show my feelings without worrying about being selfish as long as Arion was around. He encouraged, no demanded that I do not hide my emotions.

But I couldn't tell him any of this because he would stay, and that is not fair. Arion has helped me, more than he would ever realize so letting him go is the least I could do. At the moment, I do not possess the ability or the knowledge required to help Arion. He has been hurt, and I know deep down he is in pain. He needs this journey to not only discover the truth, but to gain his freedom, because only then will he be able to find happiness. How can I not want that for him? So I will hold my tongue and set him free in order for him to do what is best. Yes, I want him around always, but that’s not a good enough reason to force him to stay.