Just one last time

They had always been together.

Now the war was over. He knew they would come, he was waiting for them. With every breath he took, he expected it to be the last – yet he was calm. To them he was a god and as such he had to save them from the plague that had befallen them after the war. There was nothing he could do.

Although his wounds may heal faster and maybe he was stronger than normal humans, in the end he was not a god. All he could do was to pray to the goddess of the sea for help.

They would drag him to the goddess of the sea and make him kneel in front of her, to beg for merci, for salvation and he would just do that, even when none of them deserved it, because all he wanted was to meet him again. Just one last time, did he want to see that smile, hear that voice and touch his skin. Just one last time. Just for a second.

When they came, he followed silently. Listened to their lies. With his heads held up high, he walked towards his own execution – towards his salvation.