Chapter 3: Chapter 2
I open my eyes, slowly. The rays of sunlight roam around my face. I cover my left arm as I blink my eyes, adjusting my eyesight. A gust of air touches my bare skin. I wince; a sudden pain hits my back. I try to reach the source of the pain using my hands. I flinch when my hand touches a sticky liquid. I look at my hand.
Red. There's a red sticky liquid – blood. I wander my hands against my back. My eyes grow wide in surprise. Where are my wings? This can't be. I must have my wings. This is the only special thing I have as of now. I am the only god who has wings. Without it, I am nothing.
"You must learn your lesson, Cupid. You're not being able to return on the palace as long as you can't gain you're wings. And you can only claim your wings once again when you've learned already your lesson and purpose as a god."
Is this a punishment for killing that weakling creature? They teach me on how to kill then she will punish me for doing such? For heaven's sake, they've commanded me to slay some of their enemies for many times. After I follow their orders, this is what I will get – losing my precious wings after I lose Psyche? Lesson? For what? For disobeying them? Purpose? What purpose? To be their pawn? To be their disciple? To be unable to make my own decision?
I grip the grasses beside me.
They can't stop me on making human's life a living desolation. I won't stop.
Bending my knees, I press my right hand on the ground; I stand. I groan. This wound on my back really hurts. It is where the roots of wings were planted. I look on the grass where I laid. There are stains of blood tainted on the bermuda grass.
"Mister, why are you naked?" someone asks from my back.
I twisted my gaze. A little girl in a white top and skirt is staring straight at me. Her jet black hair falls onto her hips.
"Why are you half-naked, mister? You only wear a piece of white clothe on your hips, covering your thighs," she continues.
"You can see me?" I wave my right hand in front of her face.
She nods. "Yes, mister. What are you? Why do you have wounds on your back?" She blinks her innocent eyes for a couple of times.
"How come? You really can see me? How?"
She nods, and then she shrugs her shoulders.
Maybe I forgot to be invisible. I flip my fingers.
"What are you doing?" She tilts her head, blinking.
I flip my fingers once again.
"Do you still see me?"
She nods. "Yes, I can see you," she replies, smiling. "Don't worry, mister. I'm the only one who can see you. I'm already dead. I'm a spirit."
"Is that true?" I ask. I do not know a spirit can live here in human world. All I know is that they live peacefully on the other dimension, the world of spirit. It is the world where the spirits of the dead goes.
She nods again. "I need to go, mister. Nice meeting you," she waves her hands as she runs away.
By the way, where am I? I look around. I'm still on the same spot where I lost my consciousness. I'm still at the center of the park. I glance on my shadow; it declares nine o'clock in the morning. I look above the sky; I can clearly see the assemblage of clouds that covers the palace. I know mother is watching over me.
She has punished me. She'll regret for doing this. One broken relationship is not enough.
***
I examine all the couples dating; some are sitting on the benches and grasses; some are walking from here to there. I put my right hand on my chin. Hmmm… Which couple should I break first? I scan the couples, one by one. I stop scanning when I spotted the couple sitting on the bench, my and Psyche's favorite bleacher.
The girl wears a sleeveless white and yellow striped design dress and a pair of yellow doll shoes. The guy wears a white three-fourth shirt with black sleeves, a pair white maong pants, and a pair of black snickers.
My eyebrows form a line, connecting in between. No one is allowed to sit on that bench other than me and Psyche. I dart to the bench. I stand in front of the couple. For now, enjoy your time together, dear humans. In a while, your fresh warm tears will flow like a river. I smirk.
I see a man is running towards our direction, holding a pocket knife on his right hand and a bag on the other, and being chased by the police officer.
I grin. What a perfect timing.
I wait for a while before it comes closer to us. Few more step and he will be in our position. One step, his already in front of me. I hold his right hand. I can feel his strength struggles on mine. Quickly, I stab it straight to the heart of the guy sitting on my favorite bench; he is still holding his lovers hand. I let man's hand go. I let him run away.
The girl squeals at the top of her lungs in surprise. Her squeal turns into a sob. And her sob switches into a loud cry. She cries just like what I've said that her tears will flow like a river.
My grin widens into an evil smile. I never thought this will be fun, seeing a mortal in a state of wretchedness.
That's it. That's what I like to see. You deserve that, human. Cry. Cry as much as you can. Cry for your so called lover. Cry in pain.
"I will take you to the hospital, Babe," weeping she hushes.
The guy vomits blood. "B-babe…"
"Someone please help me carry him!" she shouts, asking for help from the people near them. She's hugging the guy.
I close my right hand, forming it into a fist. I stare on it.
Don't worry, human, I will send you to the spirit world right away. I won't let you beg for your life. I step my left foot forward whilst pulling my fist backwards.
"Say your last words, human," I speak, enough for him to hear. He looks at me. I smirk. "You are now going to the spirit world." I blow him right on his bleeding fresh wound. My fist breaks his ribs that cause him to vomit more blood and fall his body, lifeless.
"Why did you do that, mister?"
I know that voice. It is the voice of the little girl I saw this morning. I gawp on my side, and there, I see her again. "Nothin', little girl. I'm just happy seeing people dying and crying in pain."
"Why?" she asks again.
"It is for my own entertainment. You can do it, too, if you want." I brush her hair using my left hand.
"Isn't it bad? A sin?"
"No, little girl. I am a god. I can do anything that I want. No one can stop me for doing it." I leave her, looking for a new victim.
***
Again, I examine the couples scattered in the park. Nothing's interesting. All I can see is a one-sided relationship as I scrutinize each couple. Boring. If I slaughter one of them, it will be less hurtful on one of them especially, mostly, on the guy's part – they don't really love their partner.
I lay my back on the bermuda grass. My back doesn't hurt anymore. The wounds are now scars and soon it will leave no scars. It is an advantage to be one of the gods and goddesses. Our body will generate and heal the wounds we have in just a day if the wound is not deep.
I stare on the clouds. Did you see what I did, Mother? Thanks to you, I find a new happiness; happiness in taking innocent lives of mortals. I know you also like what I did because you were happy when you take the innocent life of my precious Psyche.
I place my hands at the back of my head. I use it as an alternative of pillow. I heave a sigh. I close my eyes.
***
I stretch my right arm, trying to reach her – to touch her.
"Do not be afraid. I am not bad," I say in calm and pleasing voice. I take one step forward.
I can't help myself from looking at her intently. She's too beautiful to be true. She's the prettiest of all the girls I've met.
"B-but w-why do you have wings?" she utters, voice shaking.
"Oh this?" I flap my wings softly. "I already have this since I was born," I smile genuinely.
"S-so, what are you?" She steps backward, hands intertwine on her chest. Her hair sways in the rhythm of air roving around the place.
"For now, it's a secret. You'll know it on the right time. Just trust me. I won't harm you."
***
Psyche.
I open my eyes. It's night already. The dark defeats the sun; the stars appear one by one, blinking, showing their brightness; the cloud hides the crescent moon. I extend my right arm up in the air, closing my hand into fist, leaving the thumb standing still. I close my left eye, focusing my sight on my thumb that covers the moon.
Psyche.
I wipe the drops of tears on my cheek.
I miss you, my love.
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