And something tells me, that in seeking his wrath, I’ll finally be free.
CHAPTER 15
CYRUS
“Fear not death for the hour of your doom is set and none may escape it.” -Volsunga Saga, ch. 5
Iknew she was there the minute Ken threw the second tree into the sea.
I knew she was watching, and what’s worse? I wanted her to see. I wanted to reveal everything. Expose myself.
Bleeding.
Tortured.
Dead.
Yet alive.
And say, “This is me. This is what you signed on for, watch me rule the world.”
Instead, I decided to walk across the old bridge. It never really left, it’s always existing as long as you have the sun, and maybe I’m just exhausted, tired from all the manipulations, the sacrifices, the living only to kill.
I exhale. Hilarious, how humans cling to life as if it’s something so wonderful when all I want to do is to burn.
I no longer feel the way I used to. I no longer find joy in the things I created or had. Food is dirt. Sex is…well I’ve never gone there with any of them. I’m not supposed to, and I don’t break the rules even if they are my own.
She’s the one who tempts me to keep her. Tempts me to show her my power and get on with living with humanity.
Is it lust?
Or something else?
I’ll murder Enki if he poisoned my brain by way of wine the way he did her, because something seems off.
I know everything, so why don’t I know her better? Why can’t I understand why she’s standing on that cliff?
Slowly, she walks toward the stairs and takes a step. Then another.
“That’s new,” I whisper to myself, intrigued why she isn’t screaming and running toward the house, calling the cops, or at the very least fainting against the grass.
Her steps continue until she’s at the bottom by the dock. Her eyes stare at the water, and slowly, they raise and lock on mine.
Fury.
Anger.
Rage.
She gazes at it.
She sees it.
She sees me.
Her eyes illuminate a bright blue and green, and this small human starts to walk toward me, step after step until she stops at the fire flicking at the sand of the beach.
I imagine she’s afraid.