Sad story

Seiran looked at me as if I had lost my mind. He looked at me with a smile of unbearable irony, and that led me back to another memory.

- What kingdom would ever be foolish enough to go and save another and thus sacrifice its own for a lost cause, for a jewel that others will covet just as much, and will continue to do so indefinitely?

It was I who this time looked at my lover with my luminous and so revealing eyes as the certainty came into me to seize me completely.

- But someone did come to do it, didn't they?

It was no longer a question. And Seiran didn't have to answer for me to know that I was right. But he did anyway, perhaps in the same form.

- Yes. Someone did come. Or more precisely, two people. And he laughed mockingly, I suppose I don't need to tell you what those two people are.

He nodded.

- Two Zeogs whose magnificence and power were matched only by the cruelty and deformity of their minds. And fitting their image, they did not get rid of the mercenaries and those traitorous Esians as any hero of light and justice would have had the way and duty to do. No, they made sure to destroy this evil empire by using the darkness of its own members against themselves. The mercenaries and their allies turned on each other, and they did it in the worst way possible. Yes, their infighting became such that one could even say that they had destroyed their own Empire with their own hands, the Empire so dear to their hearts and which they had managed to build with greed and loyalty, despite all that they had done and especially who they were.

This time it was my turn to shake my head after closing my eyes for a moment. I didn't have to be there to see what had happened. Not when it was him, this person that nothing indeed seemed to define, let alone limit. And this way of doing things, this way of being that reflected such implausible supremacy and unawareness, was just so him.

- I suppose that in the end, these two extraordinary and similar beings, sharing in their flesh and spirit an abominable malice, did not need to force much to make their enemies turn against each other. Besides, they must have known this more than anyone else, and they had the power and perversion to carry out this atrocious purpose.

- Yes, you are right my dear, they only did what only they could do with perfection and unimaginable scope. In a way, they were more terrible than these murderers and their associates combined will ever be. So much more.

- I see. But my dear, you never revealed that to me either. The way those two separate beings became Zeogs.

Seiran raised his eyebrows for a moment, then gave a vague, indefinable smile that pierced my heart before nodding.

- It's true, I never said that. He even laughed before continuing. And yet, since the beginning, everything revolves around them, doesn't it? The magical world revolves around them.

- It's obvious.

The ruler laughed briefly and then passed his fine fingers, which knew so well how to caress me and lead me to the immortal heights of ecstasy, through his ash hair that often rested on my chest after lovemaking, then sighed.

- There's not much to say, I guess," he said, making eloquent hand gestures. These revered zeogs are just magical beings who have reached such a level of power that nothing can stand between them. Being or beast. Even an entire nation.

When Seiran finished his explanation, I bit my lip and shrugged.

- You were right Seiran, it is so simple in the end. And not to spoil anything, I can easily guess that in this inconceivable expanse of their existence, their world, their magic, it is no longer really possible to differentiate between good and evil.

Seiran only answered with a nod. It was then that I approached him in my turn, to put my arms around his powerful neck and to caress his face, tenderly, passionately, plunging my eyes filled with love in his, which answered this passion, then I asked finally.

- Seiran, do you envy them? These immeasurable Zeogs, capable of the best and the worst?

He was silent for a moment, becoming distant, then enduring my questioning and so clear gaze before smiling and speaking with a heartbreaking gravity.

- There was a time when I envied them more than anyone else ever will, this magic of a whole other dimension, this majestic and incomparable beauty, this greatness and this freedom that no one has the right nor the power to counter. So many things and wonders, authentic riches that nothing could buy and that I so much wanted to take hold of and keep. And then one day, I learned the way they saved Esis, the way only they could. Without any permission. Without any restrictions. And then that other scourge that came later. A plague that more than any other brought misfortune and desolation to half the magical world, created by a zeog of boundless power that reflected their sense of destruction that nothing could stop. So from that day on, I stopped envying them. For ever.

We were silent for a moment before I decided to tighten my embrace around her perfect body and offer her my mouth.

- Yes, of course. And it's so like you to talk like that, to think like that, just like it's so like the zeogs to act like they did and probably always will. To your misfortune, but mostly to theirs, I'm sure.

And this time we kissed. I found again the incomparable taste of his mouth, of his kisses, of his tongue intertwining with mine. Intoxicating and unparalleled taste that only he knew how to bring to me and that I wished so much to keep in me forever. Yes, I admit it, I loved him, I could not help it, as inevitable undoubtedly as the creation this so detestable scourge, and that, in spite of the existence however as fabulous and sovereign of this other, this person so implacable and without contest, born zeog.

Seiran had not yet finished the story of Esis.