"You know I loved you."
He sighed deeply in distress.

"Then why can't we be?"

"We're enemies. Act like it Lomusarv we must never speak of this."

"How about we run, run far away to Sondar!"
I slammed my hands on the table. Desperately looking for any desirable hope to avoid the soon to be initiation along with the utter pain in my heart.

"We'd never make it and I'm now king, I can't abandon my duties. I cannot abandon my people. With the next crescent moon, you are to rule for the next ten-thousand years, you'd outlive me."

The moonlight enlightens his exposed skin as he projects the problem. Glistening before my sight. He turns back to the window staring off into the distance. 

"Your reality is undeniable impossible. We have to let things play out. Or else we'll cease to exist."

He looks at me from the curtain with his eyes. No one's allowed to see them, not even personal servants. The coldness made me shudder as his still stare reflected mine.

One of the original creation decedents, a special otherworldly glow in the darkness. An angel of the goddess who breathed life into existence. When she died the deadliest disease rose from her lifeless corpse bringing only death to the environment around. 

When a person was discovered by the sacred elementals causing the mishaps in the landscape they were then banished where nothing grew and only the silent freezing darkness was met. And that place is hell.

"Zovia..."
I pause in astonishment.  He had the splotches of the lethal virus depicted in the humans that had fallen into this world. The skin was dead around his eyes that flowed with liquid gold seeping into the nerves system.

He stood taking my hand placing it on his chest. I slowly rose from the wooden table picking up his bare hand. The unease racking in my heart holding on for dear life. Nothing could compare, it felt like this man in front of me was ripping me up into confetti.

"You're a nightmare and I'm a fallen angel."

"I'm getting engaged with Ajax... there's nothing to say."

"So don't..."

I embraced the tenderness affection despite everything.  Despite having to live with an unkept desire, I only want him and only him.

"Leave and never come back..."

His voice echoed inside my head. Twenty eight years now a king of the nightmares. Choosing this life is not a bad one, being a life of comfort. Although no matter who enters my life with the sinful unfulfilling pleasure, I think of that night every second I'm not bombarded with my kingly duties.

The personal servant ran to my side. "Shall we get you ready, my liege?" He bowed his head before me. I sighed pitying myself how foolish I was. "Yes Amarok, can you fetch me some candles."

He nodded and helped me up with the utmost respect. "Do you wish for me to guide you my liege?" I shook my head side to side as I watched him leave. I tightened my robe once alone, adjusting the folds of the collar. 

I had to spend this evening at the Brimstone's domain, a brother kingdom of the Admiral's. The nightmares and the kingdom of despair usually did meetings how to improve with the problems with our fortresses.

Sore already was a tell-tale sign I wasn't going to like this.

I saw my servant laying out the candles lighting the wicks with a breath of fire. The dark ambiance only hushed those lit with the purest of intentions. The secluded area was erupting with a rolling boil against the overtaken slabs of stones covered in overbearing vines that leaped into the pool.

"Amarok, undress me."

He did as he was told, unsheathing the robe covering my abnormally white silky skin. A mutation of the earth, whiter than the white-tailed mermaids that sit glistening in the water as the moon is reflected in the deep salty waters.

Bare I was Amarok held my left hand as I eased into the hot water. Amarok sat outside of the pool reaching into the basket of materials to cleanse me of my dirtiness. Strictly with no thought but the task at hand.

He would be much more fit with this life. "Come here." I motioned him to get in and sit beside me. He shedded his clothes carefully situated arms length away. Distance a thing I never understand.

Loving oneself is hard 

Being oneself is hard.

King of nightmares is a complicated job.

At least there's Amarok, whenever the elf's face lights up with the smallest actions he resembles the innermost child the purest form of being. The child-like wonder of being a servant when he should be like the others.

Sad miserable and depressed of their situation bought from caravans in shackles crying for help. Ears, wings, tails, and horns ripped away to be sold and discriminate their heritage by not only breaking them to nothing but to take away their only sense of living.

I found his mother and she was dying due to her not being able to push Amarok out. She soon died after I had bought her. And there I took in Amarok raised him what my father wishes he could've seen.

A happy child curious about the ways of the world...

The partnering kingdoms think it's odd. That maybe they'll try to steal but the riches I have are almost limitless. A throne sits with a name attached to it. I don't even understand and comprehend how and why I'm connected to it.

A life of comfort is nice. However anyone really would enjoy this space especially one who is yet to know the world. I might leave everything to him if I could. How Amarok would enjoy the days not having to wake up at a certain time.

Maybe he'd like the soft luscious forests of my home land. See where he and I came from. "You're growing into a fine young man Amarok. Tell me if you could do or go anywhere in the world where would you go?"

He hummed taking a thought to think about it. "The place where the enteral life lays! Not that I want to live forever. I just want to see the people there!"

"Okay then I'll take you to the place where life flourishes. If you ever wanted to really stay there you may." I smiled as Amarok gasped, he then talked passionately about the horseman that would run across the landscape spreading their arms as the birds would fly along with them.

He then turned to my back tracing along the scars. The hate of myself showed, the loathing of cracks in the person who I am. "Why do you have so many scars Lomusarv?" He says my true name I don't mind it.

"Life."

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