“Everything alright, Vlad?” one of the other doctors of the hospital asked as I was sitting on the bench of the hospital’s locker room.
“I’m fine, just…long day, been on my feet a lot, just a mild headache from craning my neck down” I said as I looked towards the ground, my head pounding as I rose my hand brushing off his concern. I heard him laugh softly.
“Boy, do I know how that feels. I swear, someone should just open up a massage parlor or something right outside the hospital for all of us.” He said
“That would be nice for those who would use it” I said, agreeing that it would be very popular if someone did that, but I am never going to go to somewhere like that, plus…the headache I have is not from a long day of work.
As I was walking through the rain back towards my apartment, an umbrella resting against my shoulder as I looked towards the night sky, my breath not fogging just yet, but every…single fiber of my being screaming in pain. The Bond I have with Aden was lashing out at how I wasn’t doing anything to deepen it. The magic was flaring up as red-hot needles that filled my spine and muscles or currently, the red-hot ice pick right into the center of my forehead that made my head spin and my vision blur if I tried to focus on something.
I paused as I caused myself in a reflective window, the shop closed and dark making the reflection better, my eyes reflected in the glass, glowing bright cerulean to the extent I could nearly see the light bouncing off the glass across the surfaces around me. I kept walking as I pulled one of my sleeves back to see some of my skin was starting to take on a far bluer tone, I softly rubbed and itched my arm as I focused on getting rid of as much of the bond’s control over my appearance right now. I closed my eyes as I focused and breathed deeply and tried to close the lid on the raging magic of the bond. Like an overflowing basin, the magic filled and plumed in my body, but I tried my absolute hardest to slam a lid overtop to keep all that magic contained, just close it off and push it away from any kind of focus.
“Come on, I don’t fucking need something like this going on right now” I hissed quietly, feeling the familiar weight of my nonhuman teeth in my jaws, I usually keep a bit of a fang, but…my full lion teeth were in my jaws right now. “I don’t need this right now…the world doesn’t need this right now.” I added, though someone may think I was trying to convince myself as much as I was trying to bolster my ability to tamper down the bond.
As if to taunt or punish me, a bright pang of magic flared through my body and my vision swam, but instead of bottomless black or blinding white, my vision was washed over green, the same deep, rich, evergreen tone of Aden’s magic and the sight of his magic filled my senses with the aspects of his magic too. I shook my head to clear it as I just kept walking.
“How did Kal and Zavi do this?” I asked out loud, thinking about how my two cousins with fulfilled bonds were able to get though all of this.
When I was able to get back to my apartment, someone would think I was drunk; my vision was swimming so much, my head pounding so forcefully, and my stomach inverted while doing double backflips. It took every ounce of focus and willpower I had to close the door behind me and use both arms to close it as I turned the locks, resting my head against the wood as I felt my legs trembling under me.
“Fucking bullshit” I snapped at the universe, “Why fucking now?” I asked before my arms slowly started sliding down the wood, “Why me?” I asked as I rested my face against my forearm, letting my legs fully give out below me as I dropped to the ground, “Why me? Why now? Why…why…why?” I asked, I wanted to punch the floor or the door, but knowing my strength, what little it is in comparison to my cousins, neither would last more than a punch or two. I just buried my face in my hands as my body trembled and I cried into my hands, the Bond wanting nothing more…than to just go find Aden, throw myself at him and just…beg him to do everything and anything for, with and to me. It wanted me to just…throw everything about my life away and run to him.
To further taunt me, I felt this force almost slap me across the face throwing my head to the side as my vision flared with a vision caused by the bond, I saw myself and Aden, laughing and holding hands as we were standing on a balcony overlooking the city, champagne flutes in hand.
“No…no…no” I said as I shook my head, raking my hands back through my head, “Stop…torturing me”
Another flash, this time I saw myself, beckoning something towards me as a small fluffy puppy bounded towards me…followed soon after by that of a toddling baby, my own gilded horns, and green scales across their person as they tumbled and tripped towards me, Aden behind me with a hand on my shoulder as he looked on proud.
“That’s impossible” I sobbed, all of us warlords know that…us having families like that, us having kids…is a very far reaching ideal for any of us to have, because the archdemons were not made to have children or have families, the magic that made them decided to render every single one of us, every single warlord, sterile. Even the many magical ways for people to have children are impeded by our very existence, there are cosmic level roadblocks for all of us to have…anything close to children, one of my cousin’s is gifted with foresight and had a vision once saying that if any of us adopted a child, the magic rendering us sterile would flare and cause something to happen to the adopted child. There is just…there’s nothing we can do to have a family…beyond each other, our parents, pets, and our bonds. There’s no other family we can have…it’s just another cruel trick the universe decided to play on all of us aside from being beaten senseless by our own fucking grandmother.
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