I like it. This is very funny ! For me, at least. Especially the happiness price XD (And women are the best ! They always win, haha !) You managed to interest me with a banal scene (I mean, from a daily life), everyone can’t boast about it X)
A loud snap brings attention back to the center of the stage: in Beran’s hand appeared a whip, whose golden straps wrapped around Vahy’s arm. The God of Aries is now totally in the grip of anger.
“First my beloved, and now my Cortegian? Release him immediately, otherwise, I only have to make a gesture to tear off your arm!”
In front of the inaction of Vahy, who still stares at his brother with an impassive, neutral gaze, sparks suddenly emerge from the whip and electricity begins to cover it completely, striking the prisoner arm with such violence that the concerned is forced to let go. Orion falls heavily on the ground, quickly joined by Beran who makes sure of his condition before placing himself in front of him in a protective posture. With a gesture, he recalls the straps of his whip, whose proof of the passage is marked on the skin of their prey.
“I ask you one last time,” Beran warns in a severe tone, “apologize, and not only to Kozoro, but also to Orion! You have exceeded the limits this time!”
Watching his burns, Vahy, seemingly impassive, sees his mood plummet to annoyance.
“Why do you persist in this way? You’re pathetic, your heart pitiful. You would have your place in an ancient tragedy. Does your insolent love blind you to the point of no longer distinguish good from evil? Accept the truth! Since she tried to murder Father, Kozoro is only synonymous with humiliation and dishonor for ours! Look at what state she puts you in! In what state we are! Isn’t that enough for you?”
For a second silent, Beran looks at his brother in the eyes, his own shining with a glow worthy of a killer. The second next, he rushes at him in such a sudden way that he doesn’t have time to dodge his fist and finds himself on the ground, his mouth bleeding. The crowd paralyzed, unable to intervene in a divine confrontation, can only attend with horror. Vahy once again submits his body to telekinesis, an aptitude specific to Air signs, and gets up slowly, without sitting in his favorite position this time. He wipes the blood on his face, which has now lost all impassibility.
“Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about! You’re strutting with your so-called impartiality, but you know nothing, you’re nothing!” Beran yells ferociously.
This time, it’s because of his own master that Orion trembles with fear. He had already had the opportunity to witness the devastating fury that’s usually dormant in him, and keeps each time painful memories as the man he admires so much becomes unrecognizable. He’ll not try to intervene anymore, the only thing to do is to wait for the storm to pass.
“You take it this way? Fine. Let’s fight since you wish it, because as I told you, I’ll not withdraw my words! But not in the kingdom of Father.”
“Why? Are you afraid he interrupt us?” Aries launches with challenge.
“Of course not! Out of respect for you, I would prefer a place where you would feel comfortable. A place that will be much easier to damage without regrets, as for example… the constellation of Capricorn.”
The sky suddenly darkens, and thunder rumbles for long seconds. Instinctively, the Cortegians recoil in unison, understanding that at every moment from now on, they can become collateral victims. A gigantic flash of lightning arises from the clouds and hits the ground just a few meters from Beran. If Vahy hadn’t dodged at the last moment, he would have taken it. In the darkness of the sky, wild flashes are unleashed, drawing strange rosettes with their blinding light. And from these rosettes, other lightning rips the air in a deafening noise, falling with rage on the land of the Serpentarius. Some are targeting the God of Libra, who must deploy a colossal energy to avoid them.
Beran, meanwhile, doesn’t move, impassive. His face is distorted by anger, and in his golden eyes is reflected an animal, wild fire. His whip slams the ground violently, and his fist is ready to strike as many times as necessary to find peace. As he arms his arm, uttering a bestial howl, empty of all humanity, he stops suddenly at the sight of a snowflake.
It seems to come and go, regardless of the fury around, ignoring the wind’s contrary breezes. It’s only a snowflake… But it looks so beautiful, so sweet… As if full of love… It falls, twirls and falls again, and finishes its dance on Beran’s cheek. It’s so cool… So comforting… Like a kiss… A memory of the icy lips of winter…
That’s when he sees her, standing in front of him. This brown, wavy, silky hair. These eyes with infinite shades of silver. This skin so pale that it embellishes death. This soft fur, this dress with the colors of the ocean, glittering like the stars. These hands provided with stone, these fingers seeming so rough but capable of so much tenderness. She’s there, smiling at him. That smile… How could he forget it? That smile that taught him to love. Kozoro’s smile.
“My… my beloved…” he stammers, his voice broken, his throat knotted, his hand extended to her face.
Hardly he touches the cheek of the angelic creature that he collapses, sinking into unconsciousness.Instantly, the lightning disappear, the sky clears, and silence become again master of the place. Vahy rested his feet on the ground and leads to the woman who put an end to the torment of Heaven.
“I’m relieved of this intervention. I began to seriously fear for my life.”
“No need to thank us,” the woman answers in a strange voice.
The illusion of Kozoro fades, revealing the true author of the masquerade.