Prelude to change 2.191

At night, Viggo slept with Sakura and Ana in his bed. Each one occupied an arm as a headboard and slept attached to Viggo. The latter dreamed once again of the fall of Orario, of the encounter with the hero and of the surrender of the black dagger as a sign of his fall.

However, he had a new vision different from the one he had the other times. This time he was in a palace and sitting on a huge white marble throne with a backrest that raise five meters above the ground. In front of him there were several women, some he could not recognize because of their age, but there was one that he could recognize. Rosewisse, with her wings that over time had turned black like those of her grandmother Gondul. She still had a young face, silver hair and blue eyes. She wore a valkyrie armor with some modifications, such as a breastplate that actually protected her, but it was black with a greenish sheen that moved through the armor as if it were a mist. Then Viggo was appreciating the rest of his wives and was identifying them by their attitude.

-My dear?- asked a woman with an aged voice beside him. The God king looked to the left and saw an elderly woman with gray hair and wrinkles in her eyes sitting on a throne more in keeping with her size. For some reason, she looked much smaller than him. Maybe for the years, Viggo thought. After all, Viggo still had to grow up as humans shrank with age. However, Viggo could see the strength in the gaze of that woman who came from a distant land. She wore a golden crown and a scepter in her right hand encrusted with ten precious stones. The same ones they bought and sold Hera. He didn't know why she had them again.

-Yes?- asked the god King, in a voice as thick as that of Viggo's master.

-Please proceed, all your wives are present-

The God king looked forward and looked at his wives again. All of them wore beautiful dresses. Scheherezade had some gray hair forming a line that fell into a lock. She was still a beautiful woman, with mystery and seduction in those green eyes that emitted a languid look. Then came Sakura and Ana, both daughters of Sparta remained strong and thin, it seems that they had not stopped training despite the years. Tsubaki wore a colorful kimono and different from her playful self, now she had a more serious expression. For some reason there was Hitomi, with her red hair and pointed ears. She as an elf retained her appearance, as did Rosewisse, who was on her left.

-Come, Scheherezade- said the God king, and she approached Viggo, knelt before him, and stretched out her hand to him. Viggo saw that the hand of the God king was large and coarse, like that of a warrior rather than that of a politician. For a moment everything went black and then there was light again -you can go back to your place, it's all good-

-Thank you, husband- said an elderly Scheherezade.

-Sakura- the God king pronounced in a thick voice and so, successively, the handcuffs passed by, and he said it was fine. Viggo didn't know why the God king was doing this, but it seems it was a way to make sure everything was okay.

Once only the God king and Semiramis were left in the throne room. She stood up, knelt before the God king and he also checked how she was. The darkness lasted longer than with the other wives and in the end, when the God king opened his eyes, he began to sob.

-Dear- said a dignified and firm Semiramis -we are in the throne room, there are others watching-

However, that didn't seem to matter to the God king and just got up from his throne, knelt in front of her, and hugged her. It seems that there was no comfort within his vision.

Viggo woke up crying in bed as Sakura and Ana woke up and asked him how he felt.

-I'm fine- replied Viggo, noting that he had left that dream of a possible future, but without stopping sobbing and tears stopping.

-Viggo- said Ana, feeling his grief as her own, and hugged him and wept with him. She didn't know why he suffered, but she knew it was a sad thing that hurt deep in the heart. At least, that's how Ana felt.

Sakura hugged them both as if she wanted to protect them and said -that's okay, Viggo, we're here for you, we'll fight anything and we'll win-

-Yes- said Viggo, but how to explain that mortals cannot overcome time. According to their father, even if they became immortal, the weariness of living made them insensitive. The healthiest thing was to die and renew oneself in the cycle of life.

Viggo took a hot shower with Ana and Sakura, then went back to bed and sleeped. Then Viggo dreamed again and had a vision of a balcony that seemed to be on top of a great castle. In front of him raise a huge city ten times larger than Orario itself. To his left he saw a great river that crossed the city and to his right the mountains.

Someone put a hand on the hand of the God king, and he looked over, letting Viggo see an old and bony hand. It was small compared to that of the God king, but that did not seem to matter to her, and he took that hand very carefully and kissed the back of her hand. Then the God king looked to his right and saw Semiramis elderly. She smiled at the gesture of the king god as she looked into the distance.

-It's a pity that that boy died- said Semiramis in a voice soft and pleasant to the ear -when he was a child, I liked it for our Uriel. We even had a meeting to talk to him-

-Yes- replied the God king in a thick voice -but he did not respond in a good way. It's a shame-

-Do you think the rumors that were circulating were true? That foolish god raised him-

-I don't even want to remember that guy- said the God king in a bad mood.

-Sorry, dear, I didn't want to spoil your humor-

-It's not your mistake, my love. That only that useless god was a nuisance from beginning to end. The only useful thing was his divinity-

-There are people who do not regret their mistakes, even on their deathbed-

-Hera said he was that kind of person, hopeless and self-indulgent-

Semiramis let out a snort and said -In the end, I beat that arrogant woman. I wish she were here to screw up her mistake-

The God king let out a laugh, took Semiramis' hand as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and kissed the back of his hand tenderly. Just then an eagle passed by and let out a powerful shriek.

Viggo woke up in his bed with the sun over his eyes. From the strength of the light and the angle, he guessed that noon had already passed. He hears the rubbing of the clothes and then someone leaned on the right side of the bed. Viggo turned his face over and saw a naked silver-haired angel. Her large breasts drooped like two melons ending in two pink nipples, fair skin, and white wings. That angel named Rosewisse, let out a coquettish groan and rested his hands on Viggo's chest.

-Did you miss me?- asked Rosewisse, whispering quietly. She raised her right leg and sat on Viggo. Then she brings her face close to Viggo's and kiss his jaw until she reaches his neck -I don't have enough of this- mention in a flirtatious voice -Is that okay? Yes, I think it's okay, right?- she bit her neck and Viggo naturally slipped his hands down Rosewisse's waist

-You are a sinful angel- said Viggo -let me punish you-

-Once won't be enough- Rosewisse said with a flirtatious smile as her eyes flashed a lustful glow. Viggo smiled in response and what should be an encounter became a competition for lust. Both finished doing the same at about three in the afternoon, with Rosewisse sleeping face down on the bed. Thanks to his wings she could not sleep on her back. Maybe could sleep on my side but helped by some pillows from Viggo. Love positions were also limited thanks to their beautiful wings, which did not prevent them from doing so, but valuable opportunities were lost.

On the other hand, Viggo went to his desk, at the end of the room with his paintings on wooden lecterns and began to write what he dreamed, as Hera recommended. As his pen glided over the paper, he thought about the sadness of the God king and what it meant. Viggo thought it was surely the death of his beloved and whether it was okay to prolong his life. Viggo wanted to do things, but he wasn't foolish enough to ignore his father's warnings either. Then he imagined living for so long that everything from food to making love didn't matter. Then Viggo thought of his master and what his father told him, muttering it in a low voice -you must find the balance- was like food. Much of one thing went wrong with the stomach, but not having food also made the body sick. A balance was necessary to try everything without falling into excesses. A balance between knowledge and instincts. Art. Viggo thought he should find his own art. See the future, but without drowning in information. Find what you wanted in the present, but don't despair of getting it all. Fight your enemies, win, but without falling into madness. His master had already warned him.

-What should I be doing right now?- asked Viggo quietly. He hears soft footsteps, someone walking on the pottery with bare feet. Some lecterns and paintings fell to the ground. He looked forward from the desk and saw the sweet angel with silver hair, naked and trying to lift the paintings and lecterns that had fallen to the floor. Viggo let out a chuckle, closed the notebook he was writing with the information of his dreams and walked to where the angel was.

-I'm sorry- Rosewisse said in a lethargic voice.

-I know, Rose- said Viggo.

-Don't call me that, I told you- said Rosewisse, in a spoiled and sleepy voice -the name my parents gave me is Rosewisse-

-Okay, Rosewisse- replied Viggo, they both lifted the paintings and lecterns, put things in place, and stood face to face. Rosewisse showed a tender smile, hugged Viggo and her wings flared involuntarily, throwing away the paintings and lecterns again. They both started laughing. She raised her face, looked at him with innocence and Viggo enjoyed that look, knowing that it would accompany him beyond a mortal life.