Epilogue
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Epilogue:
Alfred Markeadon woke- not for the first time in the past two weeks- to a ceiling that was not his own. Let it be known that it was no small miracle -to him- that he woke at all.
The ceiling was pleasant enough. It was a soft marble in appearance, a gentle white with gold trickles running through it. Fancy indeed.
The room, as Alfred softly began to think, was eerily familiar. The bed was huge, full of soft, golden sheets and a small mountain of pillows. The bed was also round and took up most of the room. The whole room was bathed in a soft, white light. But this time, as it had not been evident before, there was furniture in the room.
“Awake at last?” A familiar, almost-but not quite- baritone voice inquired.
Alfred turned his head toward the speaker.
The man had short, tousled red hair that clung to the side of his features. Slitted green eyes looked at Alfred in a strangely reptilian fashion. A carefree smile played along the tanned face and Alfred was caught on the scaled, black wings that fanned out behind the beings body.
“Kreole?” The blonde asked softly.
Kreole smiled and clambered onto the bed. “Alfred?”
“Am I dreaming again?”
Kreole shook his head.
“But this room-”
“Welcome to my hideaway.” Kreole whispered in a conspiratory tone.
“Wait-” Alfred was confused.
Kreole smiled and jumped on Alfred straddling the human’s chest. The God kissed the human deeply. It was wet, and weird and entirely too pleasant for Alfred’s comfort. “I told Drawin’s stand in to shove it and pushed that cute little soul of yours back where it belonged.”
Alfred blinked dutifully. “Then…?”
“You collapsed on top of my body, you silly little thing.” And then Alfred was pulled out of the bed and dragged into the room-proper.
The whole place was bathed in golden sunlight. Kreole laughed and pulled Alfred into a little jig. They swung around and haphazardly came close to knocking vases off tables and kicking chairs, but never actually managed the damage.
“Look at me! Look at you! All well and alive! I can feel it! Feel the energy racing through me! Because of you! You wonderful little mortal! You wonderful -wonderful- little thing! Anything! Anything you want! It’s yours!” Kreole yelled with what was probably genuine joy.
Alfred couldn’t help the relieved smile that broke out over his face.
“So I’m not dreaming? You really are out of my head? And I’m not in an insane asylum? And I’m not dead…. Oh sweet water. I’M NOT DEAD!” Alfred actually spun with the God.
They whooped and laughed until Alfred was completely dizzy and feel back on the bed.
Kreole bounced down next to him. “Anything Alfred! Anything you want! Just say the word and it’s yours, my love!”
Alfred laughed. “I don’t want anything. Except… my house to be fixed. And maybe for everyone to forget all about the stuff that’s happened and… fire and ash! What’s been happening while we’ve been here? What about the Gods, and Resh and Drawin? What happened to Van?”
Alfred sat up, losing his happiness in an instant.
Kreole held up a single tanned hand to quiet the mortal. “Done and done and done, my one, my only love. You’ve been asleep a few days now. I healed your injuries, but I’m sure you realize that there are some pains that go deeper than the flesh.”
He paused becoming serious. “Resh is currently dealing with the other Gods right now. Sen is back… he woke while you were sleeping. The balance has been completely undone! It is a little… chaotic. The Moon Gods outweigh the Sun Gods and there is fighting and bickering among us all. Sen will sort it out soon enough. As for Drawin’delu: He is still inside your friend. I have yet to retrieve his body. I wanted to make sure you were well before I did so. But there is no hurry, let us enjoy the moment!”
Alfred found himself being kissed again, much, much more seriously than before. The blonde shook his head and broke the kiss. “No. Not with you.”
Kreole grinned wolfishly. “But this time it won’t be a dream.”
Alfred blushed. “No. Only with Van.”
Kreole raised an eyebrow. “You’re passing off the chance to have sex with a God of Love over your little mortal den-friend?”
Alfred shrugged. “I’m not that interested.”
Kreole groaned and rolled away, tossing across the covers like a child. “No! No! No! No! No! How can you say no… to me!?!”
Alfred laughed, but secretly he worried that Kreole was plotting something. Kreole was always up to something. Bloody God.
Once Van was free of Drawin, they could go home and forget all about this ordeal. Alfred wasn’t sure he could forget, however. A lot had changed in such a short time. So much had changed that he barely felt he knew himself any more. He had killed a man. There had been no God to save him or take the blame. Alfred had killed another human in cold blood. How was he going to live with all that weighed his soul down?
But that is a story for another time.
~The End.
Epilogue:
Alfred Markeadon woke- not for the first time in the past two weeks- to a ceiling that was not his own. Let it be known that it was no small miracle -to him- that he woke at all.
The ceiling was pleasant enough. It was a soft marble in appearance, a gentle white with gold trickles running through it. Fancy indeed.
The room, as Alfred softly began to think, was eerily familiar. The bed was huge, full of soft, golden sheets and a small mountain of pillows. The bed was also round and took up most of the room. The whole room was bathed in a soft, white light. But this time, as it had not been evident before, there was furniture in the room.
“Awake at last?” A familiar, almost-but not quite- baritone voice inquired.
Alfred turned his head toward the speaker.
The man had short, tousled red hair that clung to the side of his features. Slitted green eyes looked at Alfred in a strangely reptilian fashion. A carefree smile played along the tanned face and Alfred was caught on the scaled, black wings that fanned out behind the beings body.
“Kreole?” The blonde asked softly.
Kreole smiled and clambered onto the bed. “Alfred?”
“Am I dreaming again?”
Kreole shook his head.
“But this room-”
“Welcome to my hideaway.” Kreole whispered in a conspiratory tone.
“Wait-” Alfred was confused.
Kreole smiled and jumped on Alfred straddling the human’s chest. The God kissed the human deeply. It was wet, and weird and entirely too pleasant for Alfred’s comfort. “I told Drawin’s stand in to shove it and pushed that cute little soul of yours back where it belonged.”
Alfred blinked dutifully. “Then…?”
“You collapsed on top of my body, you silly little thing.” And then Alfred was pulled out of the bed and dragged into the room-proper.
The whole place was bathed in golden sunlight. Kreole laughed and pulled Alfred into a little jig. They swung around and haphazardly came close to knocking vases off tables and kicking chairs, but never actually managed the damage.
“Look at me! Look at you! All well and alive! I can feel it! Feel the energy racing through me! Because of you! You wonderful little mortal! You wonderful -wonderful- little thing! Anything! Anything you want! It’s yours!” Kreole yelled with what was probably genuine joy.
Alfred couldn’t help the relieved smile that broke out over his face.
“So I’m not dreaming? You really are out of my head? And I’m not in an insane asylum? And I’m not dead…. Oh sweet water. I’M NOT DEAD!” Alfred actually spun with the God.
They whooped and laughed until Alfred was completely dizzy and feel back on the bed.
Kreole bounced down next to him. “Anything Alfred! Anything you want! Just say the word and it’s yours, my love!”
Alfred laughed. “I don’t want anything. Except… my house to be fixed. And maybe for everyone to forget all about the stuff that’s happened and… fire and ash! What’s been happening while we’ve been here? What about the Gods, and Resh and Drawin? What happened to Van?”
Alfred sat up, losing his happiness in an instant.
Kreole held up a single tanned hand to quiet the mortal. “Done and done and done, my one, my only love. You’ve been asleep a few days now. I healed your injuries, but I’m sure you realize that there are some pains that go deeper than the flesh.”
He paused becoming serious. “Resh is currently dealing with the other Gods right now. Sen is back… he woke while you were sleeping. The balance has been completely undone! It is a little… chaotic. The Moon Gods outweigh the Sun Gods and there is fighting and bickering among us all. Sen will sort it out soon enough. As for Drawin’delu: He is still inside your friend. I have yet to retrieve his body. I wanted to make sure you were well before I did so. But there is no hurry, let us enjoy the moment!”
Alfred found himself being kissed again, much, much more seriously than before. The blonde shook his head and broke the kiss. “No. Not with you.”
Kreole grinned wolfishly. “But this time it won’t be a dream.”
Alfred blushed. “No. Only with Van.”
Kreole raised an eyebrow. “You’re passing off the chance to have sex with a God of Love over your little mortal den-friend?”
Alfred shrugged. “I’m not that interested.”
Kreole groaned and rolled away, tossing across the covers like a child. “No! No! No! No! No! How can you say no… to me!?!”
Alfred laughed, but secretly he worried that Kreole was plotting something. Kreole was always up to something. Bloody God.
Once Van was free of Drawin, they could go home and forget all about this ordeal. Alfred wasn’t sure he could forget, however. A lot had changed in such a short time. So much had changed that he barely felt he knew himself any more. He had killed a man. There had been no God to save him or take the blame. Alfred had killed another human in cold blood. How was he going to live with all that weighed his soul down?
But that is a story for another time.
~The End.