Blueberry Pie's Cherry Top

Can an Immortal being truly love? Is it as whimsical and precious as any other? Will it be fleeting, chilling, or will it destroy everything in it's wake?

All of this was explicitly true for the Immortal cursed to be trapped within that tiny castle.

Jayus, an Immortal forever cursed to be trapped in that castle. Unable to free himself of it's barriers. For a very long time, many years before the Era of Humans- a god had resided in the heavens, enjoying to the fullest of an immortals leisure life. Eternal nectar running down the throat, and a million berries to grow in the fields. There was no chaos in heaven, no problems unlike the land below. Truly, what could be more precious than this?

Alas, even immortals did not have the pleasure of permanent leisure. Trouble struck within heaven, and for some damned reason, all blame fell to Jayus. The god raged this damned accusation, and thus received divine retribution as he was cast aside- Forever cursed to be trapped in the middle of the desert inside a tiny castle. Locked away from the heavens, away from humans, and casted away by the world.

Cursed heavens...Damned humans...and wretched gods all alike. Truly, fuck you, all.

Thus, for centuries and generations to come, this damned forsaken god will forever suffer his immortal life hidden inside the walls of this prison.

For a hundred years was not all that plenty for a god, it had definitely passed by in a blink of an eye. With no visitors in this castle, no travelers passing by, not even a stray bird or a sign of any living thing had passed to greet me hello, thus there was also no one bid me goodbye. Everyday passed all the same, each thing similar to the last. For gods don't need to eat and sleep to stay alive, there was no other leisure activity within these walls other than to sleep- and even so, gods didn't need to sleep. In the desert, there were no plants nearby, and it was difficult to grow so without water nor soil. Not even for fun, I couldn't eat without food anywhere. So each passing say was spent walking around the same floors and sleeping anywhere I could. At this point, there hadn't been a single floor where I hadn't slept on yet. Next time, I'd try the bookshelf if I could. And the books...all the books that exist here have all been but unread. The gods in heaven, although cruel, were kind enough to grant me these wretched books of their own heroic stories for my pass time.

Such egoistic and narcissistic gods they were...

"I'm so fucking glad I don't have to live you guys anymore!" Jayus screamed out loud enough for the heavens to hear, alas, even if he did want to garner reaction from them for his amusement, they hadn't heard a word. He clicked his tongue. With a humph, he fell to the floor, legs crossed underneath him as he continued to fold papers between his fingers. In the books he read, he heard of something called an origami, although he didn't see any instructions on any of the books how to do it, he didn't exactly have any thing else to do. So with his immortal time in this wretched world, he was going to spend it trying to learn origami. With a flick of his fingers, he folded one part and another...

This went on for about an entire hour before he exclaimed: "I'm finished!" He proudly raised his folded papers. In his hand poorly sat a crumpled piece of paper of what seemed to be a big old nothing. Just as this crumpled piece on nothing has been born, it immediately met it's demise as crumpled-piece-of-nothing was thrown to the floor to become another type of piece of nothing.

"Bullshit! Why the fuck is it so hard!?" Jayus grabbed his hair in his hands. He was never one for talent, nor was he good with his hands. Much less, he was never gifted with temper either, which made him an easy blame by heavens to be casted out.

It's because of that damned god of peonies! Saying shit like I caused the war on Helous... ridiculous! As if I'd have anything to do with that, what reason would I even?! Jayus kicked away a book titled: book of god Peonie, along with it's ripped and torn pages. He only did that because he wanted to give his little lover a spot on heaven! The audacity of that bitch!

The worst part of it all was that everyone on that damn sky supported his actions, the ones he didn't quite get along with nominated his eviction too with faces brimming in glee, and the ones he considered his friends had only stood by and did nothing! Cuuuuuuuursed good for nothing goooooooood!

For the first time in a hundred years, in the middle of nowhere within the desert, it rained. The night sky that would brim to the horizon with a million stars now lay barren and dark stretched far and wide as rain poured against the glass doors of the balcony in Jayus room...well floor. The castle he was sooooo wonderfully given was...well, it felt wrong to call it a castle, rather, it stood more like a tower. On the very first floor littered shelved on every inch of the walls, along with a table and a chair. The staircase itself tucked tightly against the wall as it circled towards the second floor. The second floor had a railing in the center to see everything on the ground below it, so it mostly felt like Jayus just had one big tower for a room. His bed would be tucked neatly for a bundle of fluffy pillows and sheets on one corner as a couple more shelves circled on the other side of the room. With this kind of set-up, there was no privacy for Jayus at all. Not that he needed the privacy, he had no visitors anyways. And it was quite difficult to find such a remote place in the world, much less it being secured by a magic barrier. If humans came withing range of that magic barrier, they would easily be transported to the other side without having to come across Jayus' little playhouse. Those bastards from above have really thought it through. At least this rain gave me something new to see in a long while. As the rain continued to pour, quietly pitter patter-ing against his window, Jayus would have never thought such rain in the desert would not be the only new thing he would come to see. Jayus drifted to sleep in the soft lullaby of that rain.

An urgent knock on the door snapped him wide awake from his peaceful sleep. In the dark of the room with only a candle for a light that was about to go out, Jayus sat up on his bed as he stared cluelessly in the empty room. Perhaps he was dreaming it? He could be, after all, it was still pouring rain outside in the night. This place was guarded with magic and deserted, so how could anyone find this tower of his? Exactly...it must have been a dream. He made to go back to bed when that hasty rapping on the door came again. Now there was no doubt there, who could it be at this hour?

He got of bed, lazily draping his blanket for warmth as he held the candle holder on one hand- he made his way towards the door, carefully, and slowly making his way and about down the stairs. The hasty knocks on the door came on and about, as if the owner had been trying to be patient but was urgent on it being opened. Jayus stared at the door for a moment. It couldn't be the other gods...they're too prideful for that, they'd have waited the rain out. What lunatic would be out in this rain? Still, the insistent knocking came until Jayus sighed. It's not like he couldn't defend himself either. Danger or not, he was still a god, and his divine powers had not been stripped off him. He was only locked away in this tower. No one could try to harm him here, instead, they'd be locked here with him. So with that thought, he pulled open the door. The sight that greeted him was not a god for sure. This man before him was no god, after all, which god would smile at him so brightly as if they were so happy to see him.

"I'm so glad you opened it!" This man had been drenched from head to toe from the rain, with the time Jayus took to open the door, it was easy to guess he's been out there for more than a while. His long hair had been tied behind him in a low ponytail, it's already black color now more stark with the rain. And his eyes...

"Neptune?" Jayus wondered out loud.

"Hm? Like the planet?" The man tilted his head in question, his smile never faltering the least bit. Jayus caught himself wondering out loud and coughed to change the topic. This man was definitely human. What was he doing out here? Ruby red eyes eyed this mysterious man for a second from head to toe. His suspicious eyes never went noticed by the other person as he wrung out the water from his hair and clothes. No human, not even animals, could find their way here by themselves. Jayus hadn't even found a single scorpion since living here. This man must have been sent by one of the people from above. He is going to question this man, then he is going to throw him out back in the rain. But before he could do either, neptune eyes met his own. Those eyes seemed to have a permanent smile of their own before wherever he looked, he seemed delighted by everything.

"I'm really thankful I found you. You're heaven sent!" The man preached as he ducked inside the doorway, safe from the rain. Heaven sent...literally! Jayus wanted to cry out but if he ever made that joke out loud, this man wouldn't get it, and his joke would only be wasted on him. This Neptune-for-eyes-man stood by the door, enough to hide away from the rain but not having come inside without Jayus permission.

"Can I help you?" Jayus asked, hand leaning against the door way, blocking the mysterious man from ever fully entering the tower, regardless if he ever had any intention of doing so. Taken aback by Jayus leaning in his face, scrutinizing him in earnest, he leaned back in surprise.

"If you will, that would be great!" The man cheered. Jayus couldn't help but let out a small "oh!" As if he was truly happy to be of help for this man.

"Is it alright if I stay here to let the rain pass? I'm sorry of lost and I don't think I'd survive out in the cold in the middle of the desert-" He scratched the back of his head, "-I actually planned on camping out before carrying on with my travels but this unexpected rain blew me out. Truly!" He pointed out the door and behind him to convince Jayus he wasn't lying at all. Out the door, from where he was pointing at was a pathetic looking tent set outside in the rain, mercilessly blown out in the rain. A huge wind passed by in the moment, immediately taking out the tent as it blew it away into the dark, never to be seen again. At this, the man yelled out in panic "Ah! My tent!" He grasped at his hair in distress. He continued to call out for it and cried, hoping the rain would miraculous bring it back to him, but it hadn't. So he could do the only thing a strong, tall man could do in a situation like this- whimper pathetically as he turned to Jayus, awkward and pathetic in front of a stranger he had just met.

"Is it okay if I come in?" He laughed, awkwardly scratching his cheek.

"You're a real life-saver, man!" Hera, the name this man introduced himself with as he joyfully hopped inside Jayus's little home, gleefully dried his hair as he sat on the floor of Jayus' Tower. Pants soggy and wet as he discarded his top shirt on a corner away from the god's valuables, along with his bags and other possessions. Jayus stood dumb-founded behind him. This crazed man had suddenly came waltzing in his home and dried himself with his own towel! Worst of all, he didn't even seem to know the extent of what his presence meant here inside the tower!

Red eyes stared at Hera's stark and pale back, then at the open door revealing the rainy desert. If Jayus so as stepped foot out through that door, he'd electrified as a punishment for attempting to leave the tower, so not once has the thought of trying and stepping foot out there ever crossed his mind. But...if this man somehow managed to pass through the magic barrier and find this discarded tower then maybe the magic vanished. Jayus didn't realized himself inching closer and closer towards the doorway before he felt a shock burn his arm. The open doorway looked nothing less than normal as it did every other day for the past hundred years but the magic was just as strong as it was first casted. So much for that tiny hope, The chance of a mere mortal finding him here was more than the chance of him being able to escape this prison.

"Hey, you should come inside or else you'll catch a cold!" Hera called out. In the moment Jayus went to inspect the magic barrier, this blue eyed man had managed to change his entire clothes from head to toe and dressed himself in the most comfortable clothing he could salvage in that soaking, dripping bag of his. The towel he took from Jayus's hanger draped carelessly across his shoulders. How shameless!

Begrudgingly, Jayus threw the door close as Hera happily made himself comfortable on the carpet by a fire place, whistling a tiny song as he sat a smaller bag on his lap and emptied it's contents.

"You..." Jayus watched him do all this, annoyed that this man had invaded his home like it was his own. This place may be a prison but this was his prison! He stomped his feet as he made his made towards Hera. Oh, he was going to throw him back out there- Jayus was going to let him have it!

"You can't just come in here and do as you please!" Frustrated, Jayus clenched his fists.

"It's just until the rain drifts away, please?" Here turned to where Jayus stood. There, on the ground, looking small like a pup that had been kicked, he pleaded towards Jayus.

But instead of doing as he promised, he stood behind Hera, unsure of how he was going to let him have it. Hera stretched an arm out to Jayus from where he sat in the floor, his palm wide open for Jayus to take as that grin never left his lips. Jayus stared momentarily puzzled at his hand, was he asking him for something? When Jayus didn't take his hand, Hera took hold of his arm and nudged him gently as he coaxed him to sit beside him. There, bathed in the warmth of the fireplace, sheltered away from the harsh rain, the two men sat side by side as Hera pulled out a few things from beside him. These two had only met for a few minutes but Hera acted as if they had known each other for a long century. We're humans this bold? Did they do thoughtless things like this because they knew they didn't have the time to get to know each other first? So many thoughts ran in Jayus head as he watched Hera blabber on and on about himself. Watched those lips move as ruby eyes stared in complete confusion.

"I'm seriously grateful you let me in! I owe you one, buddy. You have no idea- I really thought I was a goner when that storm hit out of nowhere like- you'd expect the desert wouldn't rain like this but oh man!" Hera laughed, a voice that echoed through out the entire tower. The tower had never been this noisy before. Usually the source of such noise would be Jayus' insistent complaints that no one heard but now it was replaced with a thunderous joyful laugh of another man other than him. When Jayus remained quiet, Hera turned to him in innocent confusion, "You not much of a talker? That's fine, I respect that. I'll just talk enough for both of us! We're buddies now after all-" Jayus froze. Hm??? Buddies?? Them? When did he sign up for that?

"Here, this is for you. A token of my gratitude, per se!" You can't just casually say 'per se'! Within the palm of Jayus hand, Hera placed a tiny trinket. It reflected light from the tiny fire. Jayus inspected it, it felt like normal metal on his hand in the form of a dragonfly. It edges outlined with gold and had holes for eyes. Jayus turned it over and over on his palm.

"There's nothing special to this, though?" The god blurted out as he lightly tossed it in the air, "How mean!" Hera, hurt and disappointed, clutched tightly at his shattered heart with tears brimming his blue eyes. Hearing the dark skinned gods response, Hera delicately took back the trinket in from Jayus, the boring and cheap looking thing seeming as if it could break down immediately at the slightest force.

"I'll have you know this is one of Judevah's finest treasures! It took me so much to finally get my hands on it too...and you're just going to shit on it like that!" Hera cried. So that garbage was a Judevah treasure? It took Jayus by surprise considering Judevah is a land known for its advanced economic system and rich fields. To own one of it's treasures, one must have done a great deed to obtain it. Jayus didn't care much for other lands treasures, only when Hera pointed out the origins of this trinket did he know of it's value. Treasures, wealth and power- none of them mattered when you were stuck here. Busying himself with brushing the metal dragonfly's wings, Jayus eyed another thing that poked out of the mortal's bag. Interest bubbled quietly inside him, a glimmer of curiosity shone within those red rubies that were not left unnoticed by Hera at all. When Jayus thought Hera was busy tending to the Judevah Treasure, he carelessly rummaged through the sack. One hand supporting his weight as he acted like it didn't intrigue him at all whatever it would be he'll pull out of the bag. This little stunt garnered a hint of amusement from the mortal beside him but still continued to tend to the dragonfly, as if he hadn't noticed Jayus' actions at all. Supple, sepia skin brushed against a wooden craft and when Jayus pulled the craft out, a number of other curious looking craftsmanship came flooding on to the floor. Genius inventions alike scattered all across the room, ranging from a hair brush to a funky looking device. Everything you could imagine were displayed right there. Jayus had never seen these types of things before. Wooden figurines, metal hoops, magnetic puzzles, books and alike. That glimmer of interest was soon blazingnin awe as he stared at all the sorts.

"If you want it, you can have it all. Consider it as a thank you gift for giving me shelter from the rain." The towel draped over Hera's shoulders caught every drop of water that dripped down from his hair as he smiled. For once in the last few minutes, the smile brimmed with a whole new sincerity. In the face of this new experience, Jayus didn't know what to say but nodded in silent affirmation. Back in heaven, people didn't say things like thank you, no. Instead, everyone was used to be on the receiving end of those gratitudes. Jayus was never a god like those worshipped by people with shrines to pray for harvest, and protection, so he never received offerings either. This is all too new to him.

That night, Hera fell asleep in front of the fireplace under a bundle of sheets that miraculously survived the rain in his backpack. Jayus on the other hand, despite multiple attempts to lay down and draw his eyes shut, found himself lying on his side as he thumbed over the wooden orb, feeling the carvings under his finger. The figurine he had pulled out from Hera's bag earlier.

It's not such an unpleasant surprise.