Searching... by scrabblepost, winner of Stairway to Another World Contest

A lavender hue pierced the chocolate irises on a muscular frame as it walked in through the portal. Thin lilac streaks trailed across the coral blade in his right arm. Wandering deep eyes landed on a lean figure lying on an emerald onyx, ten meter from his tanned feet. His limbs sprinted towards the feminine body covered in a leafy kimono.

The man stopped near the stone and stared at the lady's small yellow face. His rugged palm moved ahead and touched her coffee hair. "Pekota, my love, I am here, I will get you out."

"She can't hear anything, Asvett, your wife is in a dormant state."

Vett turned his head to the nefarious voice. As his optics captured the tall man in gold, his pupils shrank. "Brama, wake her."

The shining fellow raised his brow with a smirk. "Why would I do that? That woman is a threat to my throne, she dies here."

The gent grinded his teeth and progressed towards him in a flash. Hem of his olive kilt rose, revealing his thick thighs as he ran over the cerulean pebbles to strike the pale man. He swung his metal blade at him in an attempt to slice his head.

Brama raised his arm up, the sword hit his armour with a clang. The snow hair blew over his thin face, lush eyes glared at the human and he snorted. "A mere mortal thinks he stands a chance against the god of fortune. How did you even get here?" He grabbed the knife and stroked the skinny palm on Asvett's chest.

A vibration passed through the man's body before it took a tetrameter flight. The human's shoulders grazed against the crimson marbles as he fell on the floor. He fiddled his charcoal hair and hoped back on nude nubuck sandals. "Look at the gateway behind me, the bodies of your gatekeepers will tell you, how?" Vett spread his arms and lifted the chiselled jaw towards the endless bright roof.

"By the grace of the queen, the wielder of my sins, I summon the power of the deities, to enter within."

A diamond lightning fell on his naked pecks, travelled through the bulky arm and invaded the sword. The blade emitted a cobalt light.

Brama's eyes opened wide. "You—you met the ruler," he growled.

Asvett glared at him and held his weapon in front with both arms. "Empress has sent me to find Pekota and bring her back, you dare defy our monarch, you have angered her, now face her wrath." He ran towards him and swung his curule sword at him.

Brama stumbled as the blade penetrated his white skin, leaving a two-inch cut below his left eye. He touched his cheek and screamed. "Vett, you fool, I am your ruler and nobody—nobody can overthrow me. Guards!"

Asvett walked close to him with a glare. "This throne never belonged to you. The Empress gave this kingdom to my wife and I won't let anyone take away what belongs to my family."

Twenty guards in white ran in through the lavender doorway behind the lord. He giggled, dropped his brows and tilted his head to the right. "Vett, you are so naïve. Empress doesn't know your wife is here and she won't ever find out, because you won't be alive to tell her anymore—" his eyes narrowed and nostrils flared. "Kill him."

The armoured guards ran towards Asvett with heavy swords. Brama rushed to the goddess.

The man dodged the attacks and swung his sword. A turquoise bolt left its edge to hit the warriors in silver metal. A milky fog filled the area. The god turned with an open mouth, as the air cleared he saw a pile of white bodies surrounding the human. The mortal peered at the god of fortune, carrying his spouse. "Keep your filthy hands off my wife."

His bulky frame chased the lean deity. Brama pointed his palm at him. A starlight left his arm and stroked the royal personage, he got thrown out the gateway. Asvett's bruised body landed on the coarse sand blazing under the violent sun. Vett lifted his skull and glanced at the shrinking stairway hectometer away. He jumped on his pes and raced towards the portal.

Brama glared at him and clenched his fist. "You will never see her again."

Asvett kept running as the gateway collapsed and passed through the kaleidoscopic film. The fighter crouched, panted and peeked at his pedals, kissing the gritty ground. Tiny grains lodged between his toes. He stared at the sky, the angry sun glared back at him. The sword slipped from his grip, he screamed and fell on his knees. He punched the quiet land. The hot sand unable to handle the abuse flew in every direction to escape his jabs.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the empty desert. Vett picked up his blade and rose on his feet again. He walked on the barren ground to nowhere. Don't worry, love, I am coming for you.