33. Death Is Preferable
Regos & Theos
Theos was about to rush from the throne room to tackle Kheos to the ground when a wave of darkness manifested in his presence, swarming together as the light in the atoms around him expanded, shuddering as they disintegrated into nothing. Regos. As Theos watched, a wave of darkness barrelled towards him. Before he could respond, he found himself staring into the eyes of his younger brother, collar crumpled in yet another god’s grip. His pride was shattering, and his anger was raging with blinding force.
A smile ghosted across Regos’ lips before it disappeared into nothing. His brother shook his head at him in disgust. “How much more pathetic can one deity get?” he mused sarcastically. “How much longer will you put it off?” Regos narrowed his eyes. “Just fuck her so that you can regain your strength.” He ignored Theos’ warning growl. “Or do you not recognize the way you grow weak? The way the fire in the heart of the stars and the suns burn lower and lower with each passing moment. The way the worlds struggle to produce crops for their mortals. The way the sea is wroth to destroy everything in its path and drag the land beneath its surface where it once was. The way the prayers of the mortals fall flat before they reach you because their faith grows weary. Do you not hear the way they beg for death ?” Regos leered at his brother, disgust oozing from him. “Must I claim the life of each mortal one by one before you wake up ? Do you not feel the way I grow stronger ?”
He released Theos, shoving him backwards and slipping his hands into his pockets. He waited for Theos to regain his composure.
“Let me ask you something, brother .” He jeered as Theos glared at him. “What is the significance of the dahy that is about to dawn for your mate?” Regos gestured with a hand. “Mynphes, is it?”
He watched Theos’ brow furrow in progressive confusion and anger ignited inside his chest again.
He snarled. “Pathetic.” He turned on his heel, stalking out of the room like his brother before him. “Todahy is the anniversary of your mate’s father’s death. Congratulations. You have proven yourself unworthy of the love that The Fates have granted to you.” He rolled his eyes as he stepped out of the throne room. “Death is preferable to love in any case.” He muttered to himself.
He stormed past Kheos without acknowledging him, shoulder slamming into his brothers’.
Awareness prickled in Kheos’ mind. He glared back at Regos before he faded into a pool of darkness. He turned back to the balcony he was approaching. Malice glittered in his eyes.