"Is it true that the great heavenly weapon damaged Michelangelo?" David asked, while taking off the main part of the Fu Ha suit, and he was left with thin fabrics, but he couldn't blame him. Lenx had left the room too hot, he could easily cool off with a spell. But who is he to dare to intervene in God's desires?
―Yes, and no. It's a bit complex, since there were two wars, and I think you confused a part of the first. Let me explain, but for now we're going to the cushion nest. ― I said indicating it towards the huge nest now, the library was restructured to place a huge nest of cushions against the wall.
I swallowed a gasp, almost a moan, when I saw David crawling towards the center. God, fuck! Just fuck, David's butt was marked in the thin fabric, if I could see a certain lightness of his skin, and his underwear. His butt reminded me of a peach. A peach that Lennor has in her jewelry collection, it was beautiful. For God's sake and for his grandfather, he was going to get that peach and give it to David. Indirectly he would make him eat more, to fatten his hips, he is perfect, in his own way, in his own way, he is simply perfect.
And that tortures him, he is perfect, that he is afraid of being rejected, he is afraid of not being elected.
―Sael? ―He asked, finally settling in the center. ―Is something wrong? ―
― Ha, it's just hot. ― I said, fanning my face, I slid out of a part of the Fu Ha. I could notice David looking at my arms, which were sticking together, and my chest, if he chose today's garment well.
―Yes, it's hot. But come quickly, so that we can start, let's just not cover ourselves. ― He patted his side, excited. He looked so excited to know the history of his world, of his home. If only I knew that it wasn't all so sweet and cute.
―Well, as you said, they didn't hurt Miguel Angel in the second great war, it was in the first, the fight against the heavens, but don't worry, grandpa lived well until the second war, it doesn't mean that they hurt him with the spear in that war, but there was another situation, and some good, several assassination attempts against him. ―
―What situation? ―
―The calamities, the first war was a war between factions of the worlds, and the second war was a struggle of all worlds against calamities. It's a little difficult to explain. ―
―Oh, I understand! ―
― It was a long time ago that this happened, a long time, but it is in everyone's memory, well, of all of us who remember. The earth was red, it was completely bathed with the blood of thousands, perhaps millions of different beings who tried to stop the calamities. Already too many deaths, it was a place wrapped in dark soot, which covered the sky completely, like a black mantle of death. We, that is, the princes, arrived in the middle of the struggle; unfortunately, it took us a long time to travel between worlds to arrive. But we finally arrived, I think the first time I saw that creature scared me, a living terror. ―
―Can I see it? ―David interrupted out of nowhere.
―Good. ―I said illustrious with a snap at the first calamity. ― This is Cieyes, as her name says, she looks like a centipede, but when she opens her eyes and mouths it is something disgusting, many beyond the normal, for the eyes. ― Snap your fingers, to change the image.
―How disgusting! ―David shouted, approaching me, while I watched the calamity move around the room.
Wasn't this so bad?
David felt safe with him, that's why he approached him.
Well, I was on a good path.
I smiled ecstatically when I saw David clinging to me, if he got like this because of the basic calamities of the high levels that would happen when he saw Armadius. I covered my mouth excitedly, it was fascinating to see him so attached to me with fear of a simple illusion, but at the same time it made him feel a little debauchery. His demonic side wanted to go out to get married, which scared his lover. He was fascinated by seeing him dependent on him, to be protected, but at the same time it bothered him that he was afraid in his home. I slid my arm around his waist, pulling him towards me.
―Don't worry, it's just an illusion, but I want you to know them all, because if you see them, you must run away. ― I whispered in his ear, I could notice David now somewhat tense at the touch, or possibly at the idea of seeing more calamities―Yes? ―
―... Yes. ―He calmly lay on my chest slightly, very close but not so close.
It was perfect, that was perfect for him.
―Well, as you saw her, it's like that. There are the following calamities: the first and most dangerous is Armadius, then Arcada, and the last are Nacent, Aliart, Ortom and of course Cieyes, who are the ones who always go with the flow. There are more calamities, but of less impact, and even so they should not enter these worlds. As the war said, it was chaos, it was a place of schizophrenic beings, deformed, with fractured minds, in a state of complete madness, they danced among corpses trying to kill calamities or others. Unfortunately, these things have more power than ourselves. Some had, from tentacles, mouths, thousands of eyes, claws or whole bodies.
It was a war in all its being, I was in wars of small states, but these things were something different. The angels fell, the elves screamed and continued fighting, humans were the most affected as they were weaker and died quickly.
Faced with this amount of death and we could no longer fight, we were about to give up. But soon a heavenly mantle enveloped us, and we knew them: That he was the creator, we only needed to take those things out into the abyss and rebuild. The problem was the seal, it was very difficult to do, almost impossible because of the amount of magic and evil essence that these beings contained. My father and grandfather fought constantly, and we retired. -
"Withdraw?" David asked confused.
"We withdrew from the front line, we couldn't fight, we didn't have the magical power of our father and grandfather, we were young. So we choose to help. My brothers and I retreated from the main battlefield and began to help civilians. Rescue whoever we could, no matter at that moment any race, color, or even conflicts. Although many soldiers saw us at one point with doubt, they finally chose to go to the field to fight. They gave their lives for the families. You will say, and why weren't they the ones who took them to take care of them?
The soldiers are trained for defense and combat spells, they have no more than healing wounds for the fight, that is, as basic first aid; instead, we could constantly heal and heal the wounded, or the warriors themselves to return. We could even protect more civilians with long-distance spells and tracking was easier. They... Instead, they could only encompass a few. I'm not saying it's an excuse, but I'm realistic. We were young, we had gone out to travel the world.
Our combat training was not as high as a soldier's, nor did we have spells; we were completely useless. And we would only end up getting in the way or making them sacrifice themselves to protect us. So we would easily have died, one way or another, at least if we saved some civilians, we would have done something. Fuck, I sound pathetic, useless and a total waste. It's not an image I wanted to give you. —
"Sael." You're not useless, you were just young and you didn't have a bit of struggle in your body. It's like saying that you send a little boy to war, the child may survive for a while, but he will still end up dying. - I take a deep breath and speak again-. Helping others, even in the smallest, is strength, it is help the same, everything even the smallest if it comes together becomes immense. Even if you give a plate of food, you are helping. War is always cruel, ruthless and many innocent suffer, and if at least one is saved, it will have already been one, and so and so. Don't blame yourself, on the contrary, you did what you could with your strength, with what you knew, you helped people, many others would have simply fled or hidden from it. Now, well, with this in mind, I guess you took care of their families, right?—
"Always, they are honest, there is no day when they are not remembered, the fallen will always be honored, their families will be taken care of, the victims remembered, in this kingdom and the other."
"What happened at the end of the war?" David asked.
I swallowed something nervous, I knew I was going to ask, but this gave him a bad taste in his mouth. The truth gave him stomach pain, it gave him complete discomfort to remember that moment.
—The end of the war was made by my family. For you to understand, we could help each other more, the younger angels were injured and helped us rescue small children from the rubble or among the corpses. The superior angels continued to fight, the archangels, and cherubs continued to support everyone, they tried to get the calamities out of the plane of life. You would have seen David, Angels taking little demonic babies, not caring about getting stained, without caring about anything.
We would take human children, who clinged to us, even in our demonic form, they cried and cried. And with all the pain of the soul we had, we gave them calm, we tried so deeply that nothing hurt them, that they tried to be well. Adult humans, or elves who suffered less damage, but could not move, soon began to attend to the newcomers.
We made a small base that grew, but as the hours and days passed, this went from worse to worse. The Mothers arrived on the third day, they told us nothing, absolutely nothing, but only their sweet words small phrases and the long hug we knew they had a plan, and that plan included our grandfather and father, like a pain that was going to mark us. When we saw them leave for the abyss, we knew that I was going to do something more than fight, and we only had to look, see what to do, see if they would come back, but we knew that they were going to die, something inside us knew, we knew that they were going to give everything for everyone.
It's a strange feeling, but you know it; I watched my mother. This one stayed at the door of hell, the first door, was destroyed, but it stayed there for hours, without saying anything, or doing anything, waiting, always with my eyes on my grandfather and father. After about seven hours, after continuing to rescue and fight against minor rebellious demons, my mother raised her arm and pointed to a point.
In the center of the place a huge screen lit up. Every being who was there, every child, young and adult, observed what was happening, the first mother, with a soft smile, as if it were the soft current of a river, turned to stare at us, and without saying a word, she began to make spells in soft movements, spells, after spells, while you made them we watched how it began to fragment little by little and integrated into the doors.
Lennor's scream resounded when he understood what was happening, when he observed how his mother gave life, how his mother died at that door. I could feel how my young brother was damaged, he broke at that moment, and without being able to avoid it, without being able to stop them, without being able to ask them to stop, because we knew it, we knew that our mothers were making new stamps with sacrifices of life. The second mother was divided into two parts, creating two doors. The mother of the twins gave her life for the creation of two doors. In the cold night that had fallen, we watched how each mother joined each door, and each child suffered the loss of each one.
My brothers were crying.
David, they cried with their heart, with their soul in the story of their life.
See your mother, see the person who loved you, who gave birth to you, who taught you to walk, talk, cook for you, take care of you and protected you, see her die to still save you, the world, people. Let's see that the person who hugged you and sang to you at night, see the person who protected you and took care of you, was slowly dying and adhered to a damn door. You couldn't even go and watch over his body! See his memory! It's a pain that we don't think we can endure a second time. Losing a mother is painful, but we, each, lost six mothers. We were seven children, but six mothers who loved the seven as their own.
When it was my mother's turn, I had to restrain myself from running to the bottom of hell and begging her not to do it. I held back, because I knew that if I asked her, she would hesitate, and she didn't want her to hesitate, so that later she would live with the suffering of betrayal and doubt.
Do you know what I did?
I stood next to my brothers, staring at my mother. At no time did I take my eyes off him, not even though my brothers asked me not to see him, I stayed there and saw how my mother slowly died, without giving me a look, without showing me her eyes one last time. I didn't cry, I forbade myself to cry because if I did, because if she heard my crying, my lament, she would doubt, she is a mother after all, and I, like her son, knew her well. She was already suffering from the crying of her other six children, my brothers, she would completely destroy her if she heard me cry. I couldn't give
I just told him "I love you," I whispered it, I never knew if he listened to me or not. I hope so, I wanted her to at least hear that last of us, beyond crying, beyond any pain in her body or heart, that she knew that we loved her, and more for taking care of us until her last breath. When it was attached to the door, my grandfather and father deployed everything to push the calamities into the abyss again, no lie, their lives were lost, of all races, it was a difficult and complicated situation. Those who helped lost their lives, many of them lost their entire families, they did not have the strength to live beyond, and they took the honor of sacrifice, my grandfather and my father, they simply threw themselves into that place, pushing them, pulling them completely towards them, and the doors were sealed.—
I turned to look at David, who was now crying in silence, at my story, I didn't want to see him suffer. Although it hurt, he had to know this, he had asked for it, but he didn't want to say it, because his tears hurt, to see his pain.
"That's the second great war, David."
I slid my arm towards his leg and turned it a little more so that it was finally on top of me, semi-lying down. There, without saying anything, I comforted David's crying, for the memory of that war, a war that was not his, a war that was simply happening in a world that had not yet been born.