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~Religious war RP~

The sky was dark outside when Kimal awoke. His entire body ached even though all of his physical wounds had been healed the night before. Healed by Caliende. Curse that woman! She always had to meddle in everything... and because she was a Goddess she could do whatever she wanted. She couldn’t even let him die in peace.
Groaning, the haldemon pushed himself up in a sitting position. Looking down, his eyes fell on the salty traces of dried tears on his chest. “Solque..." Kimal sighed. No matter what he did, the boy continued to haunt his every thought. Even his scent lingered in the room. The scent of apple blossoms. He must have been here while Kimal slept.. The boy was too emotional for his own good.

“But that is what you like about him, isn’t it, dear one?" The words echoed through the room and Kimal knew right away who that melodic voice belonged to.

“Go away, Caliende." There was a faint rustling sound as the Goddess moved, but she did not leave. Instead she came to stand right by the window. Kimal could see her from the corner of his eye, but he refused to look directly at her. He would not be manipulated again.

“My brother and I have made a lot of difficult decisions in our lifetime, dear one, but bringing you back was not one of them.You, of all people, deserve a chance at happiness." She was looking at him, he could tell. His own eyes, however, remained fixed at the wall in front of him.

“I never asked to be brought back." He spoke finally, his voice hoarse. “It was my time and I was ready for it."

“Dear one..."

“No, Caliende, don’t." His hands clenched in the sheets and he finally raised his gaze to meet that of the Goddess. She looked sad, but Kimal did not falter. “You always meddle in things that are not your concern. You never think of who might get hurt in the process as long as things end the way you want them to..." He took a deep breath. His hands were trembling again and he cursed at his own weakness. It was all her fault, though... If it wasn’t for her none of this would have happened! “You never change, do you? I don’t suppose I ever expected you to but... this time you went too far. At last I could rest at ease and you took that away from me! I am supposed to be dead!"

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December 2012