He leisurely walked to his adjacent bright room, not caring if he was naked. It is not as if anyone visited his apartment. Of course, if you exclude Dugnai who remained a dedicated, exemplary younger brother who he admired. Of course, Gerovit's lips would never pronounce those words of praise out loud.
He hastily pulled black sweats on his muscular yet pale legs and for the first time in a month, exited his apartments. He fastened his eyes in a desperate attempt to wield his powers yet because he was so frail, powers such as teleportation or telepathy were impossible for him to reach. It was not a surprise for him, however. Plain, natural walking was giving him trouble, he already felt sweat dripping down his forehead and simple breathing was burning his lungs already. All that, and he merely just stepped out of his apartments. Not even a two-minute activity made him tired.
Gerovit sighed, 'this is just amazing!' he groaned quietly.
Not being a fan of hide-and-seek, into the vastest kitchen in the to and the Greek brothers. Fortunately, he was right and apart from two servants occupying the kitchen performing their chores, Dugnai and the Greeks sat behind a nine-seat massive wooden family table.
The same table which Gerovit's family never used, including any other family table; his family was too obnoxious to care for displaying any emotions. The sole person he shared his dinner times with was Dugnai, and even that was scarce. Gerovit could only blame himself for the lack of company because of his phlegmatic and at time sarcastic outbursts. Nevertheless, the sole person he missed from his family was Dugnai, but he could not help but shut him out.
After all, Gerovit was preparing for his eventual demise.
'Master Gerovit,' exclaimed a nymph, Tiana, who he rescued from a cruel master precisely a century ago.
Gerovit looked up, barely taking notice of her blond silky locks which reached her knees before she jumped into his arms, her ankles tightly locked around his waist. He groaned in pain as she pushed sensually against his erect member. It should have been a pleasant sensation, yet turned out more painful than a kick to the balls. His curse repulsed by any sexual object aside from his godforsaken soulmates.
Gerovit pushed the servant off of him as if she scorched him, 'I am sorry master Gerovit, I constantly forget my charms don't work on you,' Talia said with a serious, gentle voice.
Her plump lips smiling and her pale green eyes mirroring her sympathetic nature. Her stance demure, innocent and her personality child-like, playful, extremely empathetic. Her mind wise, visual yet mostly introverted. Gerovit observed the creature, a rare gem amongst the evil surrounding him. The curse of seduction evoked mixed feelings amongst the creatures who encountered Talia, yet she meant no harm. Thousands of years owned by cruelty ensured she had not dared to restrain the succubus in her.
'Sorry, Talia. You know I don't work properly, or your charms would be absolutely perfect.'
'Seriously, who offers their body on a plate, like that?' Scoffed Dugnai.
He hastily walked towards Gerovit and hauled him toward the table, thrusting him forcibly towards the chair. Gerovit almost toppled over with the force yet gripped the edge of the table to prevent the fall, 'What the fuck Dugnai?' He exclaimed.
'We are all fucked that's what we are. Well Eros, explain to my brother why and please don't sugar coat it.'
Gerovit frowned and straightened in his seat. He placed his hands on the table and stared at Eros, who looked right back at him. Eros's eery stare pushed uneasy feeling towards the pit of Gerovit's stomach, the acid almost reaching his tongue. Gerovit scarcely realised how tense he suddenly became.
'The Titans have escaped from Tartarus and have already instigated their attack on humanity. Last time this happened, they released everything from the Pandora box. This time, it could be catastrophic, the humanity-ending type of bad.
'It was already recorded that over twenty-thousand people died worldwide since last month to a new sexually transmitted infection stupidly named HSIDV-540.' Eros said.
'Seriously, get yourself a TV and stop living under a rock,' Himeros said.
'Okay, Himeros, what is this virus you are talking about?' Gerovit asked.
Himeros paused and looked at his brother. Eros rolled his eyes and continued, 'To make it simple, HSIDV, or in translation, Human Sepsis Immunodeficiency Virus is more like an evil cousin of HIV. The virus practically straight away turns to sepsis. Because no antibiotics or cure has been found yet, there is no treatment for this vile virus which kills within a week of contraction.'
Gerovit could practically feel the freedom of his dreamed choices disappearing. He was content with the thought of withering, being closer to death. That present day, he knew the choice was not his any more. In other circumstances, he, being a god of sexuality would warrant him to feel the world wither from a sexually transmitted infection. But he could barely feel any more. The mortal world was falling apart, and he did not know if he could be of any help in this war. He was feeble, weaker than a dry stem of grass.
'Gerovit, Triglav is already on his way here with your soulmate, prepare for the inevitable. I am sorry, mate,' Dugnai said apologetically.
'Great. Knowing him, he kidnapped her. And now I will deal with a moody female. Just great.'
If he could pray, Gerovit would pray for compassion. Compassion, for he did not know how he can make himself forget yet another loveless soulmate.
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