The Undying God (44 page)

He raised his blade into the air and
exclaimed, “Hrioshango slayed Margzor!”

He couldn’t believe his pointy ears
when the people broke into praise. Hrioshango smiled as the people
hailed him with excitement.

He spotted a woman below, clad in the
vestments of a high priestess of Astalla. She was hugging the young
boy and girl, the children whom Margzor spared. The little girl
pointed at the darkling and pulled on the woman’s arm. Ava looked
up at Hrioshango, and a smile creased her lips to thank
him.

In that moment, Hrioshango did not feel
alone.

* * *

Arxu fervently kissed her lips and
neck, and Nishka responded with similar desire.

Their lips never parted until Nishka
released him from her kiss. Arxu gasped for breath and regarded her
with amazement. He gazed into her eyes and witnessed beauty more
infinite than anything that existed in the afterlife.

His hands roamed of their own will
across her body, the voluptuousness of her hips and her soft
breasts.

The space between them ceased to exist.
Nishka could feel his hands wander over her most sensitive regions,
exciting her. The palpitations in her chest only increased as she
found herself intimately embraced.

Arxu indulged her kiss, anxious to
please her. There was nothing more wondrous than this feeling she
induced in him. The smell of her skin intoxicated his senses, that
of fresh jasmine from the forest around her home.

Nishka breathed sensuously in his ear
and her sighs maddened him with delirium.

He kissed her breasts even as she
layered on her charms, teasing his excitement one touch at a time.
Nishka softly bit his ear and kissed his neck. Her hands slowly
began their descent down Arxu’s spine. Her fingertips did not deny
him even the smallest fraction of ecstasy, always giving him
everything and more.

The merciless bliss she emanated was
instantaneously addictive, no matter the willpower that came in
contact. Her gorgeous, blue eyes invited a deeper consideration for
the mystique that verily emanated from her being.

He pressed closer to her, longing to
feel connected to her in the strongest way. The curves of her body
contoured to him with ecstasy, and he felt that he was inside her.
Their flesh seemed to have become one; one body, one breath shared
among their lips.

Nishka roughly grabbed his hair and
pulled his head close. She cried out loudly and gasped with
pleasure, the melody itself a song of joy. Her lips locked with
Arxu and she began to kiss him fiercely, lavishing him with another
decadent kiss; her hands roamed adoringly over him as she felt
herself tightening.

“Arxu…” she whispered
passionately.

He felt as though he could make love to
her for eternity and never gaze away. Nishka closed her eyes in
reverie and seductively licked her lips.

Arxu wanted to remain in this position
with her for infinity, to never let her go, to kiss and caress her
until the days and nights blurred into one ceaseless eternity.
Nishka felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. She did not
dare let him go as they both grappled for euphoria.

A distinct and tangible high was within
reach, they could both feel it building between them. The air
sizzled with energy. Torrents of light began to wash over them like
a heavenly tide.

A rift opened in the otherworld, a
threshold to a place far beyond. The phenomena did not distract the
entwined lovers. Nishka and Arxu were too focused on each
other.

He could scarcely believe that such a
feeling existed in this world. He wanted to worship her and this
sensation she inspired in him. Everything about her was divine in
his eyes, the way she moved with passion, her warm smile, the way
she breathed and gasped when she felt pleasure.

“I love you,” he fragilely whispered,
nearly bereft of voice as her lips entwined with his again. Her
hands stroked his hair, her fingers gently contouring against his
mind. He felt at peace with the world and with himself; hurt,
anger, and sorrow could not harm him anymore.

Her face was so intimately near that he
could feel her dark eyelashes flutter against his cheek. Arxu felt
all of the power drain from his body and he felt mortal and weak
once more.

But in place of that void was something
else; emotions he had sought for so long and a woman who cared more
deeply about him than anyone else in the world: a woman who
eradicated that void and made him feel more complete than he ever
had in life, this one and the last.

She validated him and accepted him
entirely as the person he was. The love he felt when he was this
close defied description.

She was the only happiness that
existed.

White ashes drifted around them like
souls unfurling on the breeze. Immersed in his arms, Nishka’s face
rested warmly against his, her cheeks blushed with happiness. They
closed their eyes and surrendered to each other.

When Arxu opened his eyes, he realized
they were no longer on the Plane of Virginity, but within a forest.
Their love was so opposed to the nature of Astalla’s otherworld
that it had banished them to the mortal realm. The smells of the
forest embraced them, that of spring rain and blossoms. It was
peacefully silent, and no sound of the animals could be
heard.

The sky blushed with a sunset of orange
and deep purple. Its glow highlighted the wilderness in its twilit
glamor.

Time had passed them by in a blissful
daze. Arxu gazed at the surroundings, drinking in the beauty. It
was the same forest Margzor entered as a boy. Now he was at peace,
where no one could hurt him.

Arxu returned his gaze to the woman
sitting before him. Nishka provided him more reason to exist than
any god or calling in life. He only wanted to be with her and
cherish her with unconditional love.

“Without you, I am nothing,” he
said.

Nishka encircled him with her arms. She
met his eyes, looking deep into a man who had once been hollow and
spiritually lost.

“I will be there for you.”

She rested her hand over his heart,
where a void once remained.

About the Author

I began to write fiction at the age of
seven, inspired by my sister, Rachel. As the darkest chapter of my
life unfolded in 2005, I embarked on a novel that would be known as
The Undying God
, a personal effort to find meaning and purge
the poison out of my life. In all honesty, this book almost
culminated in my death. Were it not for family and friends who saw
the warning signs, I would have made a tragic mistake upon
completion of the final chapter. Writing
The Undying God
has
taught me the value of imagination in a world that is so often
shrouded in confusion and hurt. However, I learned that without
hardship, I cannot truly appreciate the love that has found its way
into my life.

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