Blue's Pov
It's been hell leaving in heaven, especially ever since my Royalty gods 'RG' classes ended and I was immediately put into training to be the next head supreme god of our realm.
I had no interest in that even a bit. I saw how my dad worked, how he put all his strength into protecting the misogynistic, weak and heartless humans. If anything, I would rather destroy and make those humans vanish with a snap of my finger since I inherited my father's undescribable overwhelming power. Sometimes I lost control over it that's why I was still under training and plus I was given an 'alba' locked around my left ankle to minimize my power and until I was ready is when it will be removed. Many are times I've always wanted to remove this fuckin' thing on my ankle so that I can do 'some forbidden stuff' but unlucky me..only my dad can take it off and he would rather go have lunch with the demons than do that.
Sometimes I felt like my father hated me for no particular reason and if it wasn't for his image or our realm's image or something, I think Siren would have been the next head supreme of our realm and I wouldn't fucking care__or maybe I would.
Siren was the example of perfect and the very version of the son any god would want...and me..I was just__Blue. My father always feels like Siren should have been the one inheriting his damn awesome powers but sorry for him.
I have never gone with him to fight the evil demons..instead he picks Siren, MY FUCKING YOUNGER BROTHER, and he doesn't even have that much power like I do. But whatever, I don't hate Siren at all, he's sweet and considerate. Though he is literally the opposite of me, I can't afford to loathe him even a single bit. He never even realizes that our father uses him to make me feel bad, he always thinks it's all about training and improving his skills and power. He is another version of naive and innocent and obedient. Areane Vard's favourite kid, god and student.
Siren was also another version of my mother__i guess he has lots of versions__my mother was kind and had always tried her best to understand me but I kept pushing her towards the edge. I knew she was also tired and disappointed for her to come to terms with dad to send me to the humans. But what I know is she loves me no matter what I do.. even if I never open up to her about things..'certain things'. I mean I hardly spoke to anyone since I was young and I was always in my small bubble. I hated conversations, skin contact, anything to do with events and this made my father annoyed with me even more..since a head supreme must learn to be social and interactive. Well..I couldn't no matter how hard I tried.But since my father is the only one who scares me to death especially when he is angry, I always have to force myself to try.
But I remember how hurt I was when he went to seal some demons that somehow managed to break free from his seal that he created 900 years ago , with Siren. I was never enough and perfect for him and I think that is what makes me rebel..if he wants me to be one then I'll be one for him.
I mean he has loathed me for a freaking long time even before I barely started to have my power. And I was tired of wondering why he hated me and whenever I asked mother, it was always the same answer, 'He doesn't hate you dear, he just wants to make sure you are perfect for protecting this realm, the humans and fighting the evil '
At least I used to believe that but not now...I was sure with myself that there was a reason but I was tired of trying to find it.
Now, I had to figure out a way to escape this stupid scary punishment of going to the mortals, and my only way was Siren. He always knew how to coax father and he has helped me in many ways to avoid punishments. But now he's not here.. he's in Olime's realm for further training with other young supreme gods from different realms and dimensions.
I remember when I was at that age and went for those trainings in that realm. I hated every bit of it since it involved a lot of immortals and contacts. I hated how everyone wanted to talk to me,to know about our realm since we are the greatest and most powerful...and this fact kind of earned father a lot of enemies.
I try to contact Siren through our link but then I remember that whenever god disciples go there, their links are cut off so as to concentrate on their activities there. Fuck..fuck..there is no other way of escaping from this shit..is there?
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I hear someone approaching but I don't even mind opening my eyes to see who's in my quarters 'cause I already know who it is. Those careful soft footsteps belong to only one person.
"Blue?"
I don't reply, keeping my eyes closed but shift a little bit to confirm to her that I'm wide awake and ready to listen to whatever she has to say.
Her small steps continue to draw near until I can feel her warm presence.
When she doesn't utter any other word I decide to break the silence, "What are you doing here ?"
"Well..your __"
"She told you everything " I cut her off knowing very well mother was the one who has sent her here. She hesitates for a moment before giving me a slight nod.
I sigh heavily, sitting straight and scooching for her to sit.
"But I still would have come to see you today without her telling me you are.." she goes silent, sitting inches away from me. When I don't reply or even glance at her, she continues,
"Well, I felt your distress through our bond and I was__worried" she says the last word with a soft sigh.
Winter was my mate...and it was decided since we were born. Our link was formed by the heaven's council 300 years ago. Naturally, a link formed naturally between two fated people apart from family. I never loved Winter the way she loved me and almost all immortals in our realm knew that. I did not and will never believe in this mate thing or fated person from birth... that's all bullshit. Winter was sweet and all...and to be honest, a very beautiful immortal with ocean eyes that always glimmer and they lay beautiful things behind them. Her slender body was curved perfectly painted with the milky bright skin. Her lips were always tilted up, with a very enchanting smile and her powers were as sweet as her aura. Her long black silk hair was always tied with enchanted flowers, flowing all the way to her back. She was everything a male god could ever want but...not me.
"I don't need your sympathy Winter... don't waste your breath being worried about me" I say nonchalantly, this time facing her. Her gaze softens and__damn that smile! I look away before it traps me.
"Blue...I can't help but worry. I know you don't need me here but I want to be, a_and you are going who knows for how long you'll be away "
I remain quiet as she continues, "I know you don't want to go Blue...have you tried apologizing to your father?"
The last statement makes her earn a glare from me as I snort a laugh, "Look, I don't need your sympathy or your fucked advices!" I don't even realize I'm raising my voice but fuck that.
I hate how she keeps calm and her gaze remaining soft, but atleast that freaking smile is not there anymore.
"You are cursing too much and it's hum__"
"Do I look like I care? If you really want to be with me in the future you have to keep those stupid advices to yourself and live with my curses..now get the fuck out" Damn I've talked too much!
She doesn't need me to tell her twice as she walks away,as her eyes keep lingering on me.
Apologize? Huh! I rather go leave with humans as long as I can than apologize to my heartless old man.
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I stand still, facing the council and my father sits in the middle his golden eyes piercing through my soul with that death stare. I feel like I can't breathe under his gaze and I face down, avoiding those eyes. I don't think I've ever feared anyone like I feared this powerful god Infront of me, his powerful aura allover the room.
"Young Vard god...I hope you realize that this is the first time a god is being sent to live like the mortals, live with them.." one of the elders of the council started. I wanted to talk back or say something but with this guy in the room..I can't utter a single word apart from nodding...and so, I nod.
"But this is for the best, to humble your pride behavior and to__" I don't hear the rest of the words as I am already bored to death. How can one be humbled by being sent to the mortals? Didn't make sense at all but I couldn't say anything or protest. But I have a huge feeling that it's not about "being humbled" . My old man has something else in mind as to why he's sending me there, either to get rid of me or something else, but definitely not to be humbled.
"I'm sending you now," I come back to my senses when that deep voice roars. I raise my head now looking at my father.
"I'm sending you to the Wilster family and your name will be Blue Wilster..not Vard"
That statement alone was enough to crush every part of me, feeling a heavy weight on my chest. That statement alone also made me realize that this was not a punishment..not a punishment at all.
The pain in my chest continues stinging even more, but never once have I ever released tears from eyes and never will . It will make me look weak and make my father hated me even more and despise me. So..with all the strength I have, I swallow the heavy lamp in my throat, like I've always done.
"So this is it?..you are finally doing what you have always wanted.." I say through the link that connects my father and I. Can't say that out loud..I mean I've always embarrassed him even when I do nothing.
"Nonsense" that's the only word he utters.
"If this will make you hate me less then I'm willing to no longer __be a Vard" I reply, feeling the stinging pain in my heart once more. I have always loved my father. He's one of the few people I cherished but..I never got his love in return and who knows why.
I can tell by his expression that he's getting disgusted but my words, and that only makes me feel worse.
I feel myself being light and things around slowly start to fade away as the voices of the heaven's council become distant. Then.. blackout!
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"Young Vard ...Young Vard..."I open my eyes, the drowsiness fading. I blink as I look around, trying to register where I am. It's a human room, small.. really really small compared to heaven's quarters as we call them. I'm laying on a human bed..though comfortable and a bit bouncy. The room's theme is a shed of blue and dark colors. It has posters of mortal musical themes and other weird things. On the other side of the room there's a desk with a mortal gadget called a computer and a shelf of books at the side. It doesn't have a lot of things...just simple.
I realize I'm not in my heavenly attires but human clothes and my golden forehead ribbon that represents a supreme god is not there anymore.
Worst of all..my body feels very weak. It's as if all my energy and power has been drained___wait, has it?
I quickly try to release fire from my hands but nothing happens. I try to shape shift but nothing...I try to freeze stuff but nothing. I test almost all my power but nothing fucking happens which makes me anxious.. something I'm not a fan of.
"Father? Father?...mom?...Siren??..MOTHERR?" NO RESPONSE! "Winter??Winter are you there?" No answer, even from Winter of all immortals!!!
I swear on the heavens that I heard my father calling me..how can I not feel any of them??.. even the bonds..I can't feel..I can't feel anything. Did he do this?.. isn't this too much??... aren't I supposed to be having the link at least. This man really does loathe me.
I get off the bed and I almost fall down due to my weak state. My knees seem to be so wobbly and my legs barely stand straight. I understand why it's all happening, I mean I'm always a god, a supreme one, from the royals...so my body to adapt being human is gonna be very hard.
I slowly walk towards the mirror that's next to the wardrobe and stare at myself. Well, I'm still looking like my fine self with all my piercings still in place..on my left eyebrow and on each of my ears. I wonder why they called these too many. Pft__dramatic. The only difference with my looks is that my skin does not have that shiny godly appearance and I don't have the Vard scent anymore. Rather, I smell like something else.
I flinch when the door knocks, followed by a soft voice,"Honey... I'm coming in" I don't reply, I remain quiet as I wait to see the person behind the door.
When I don't answer, the door creaks open and I see a woman with dark hair tied into a messy ponytail. Her eyes are a shed of blue and she looks like a mess with her dirty apron and some flour smeared on her slightly fluffy cheecks.
"Oh, you're up..well, breakfast's ready" she says with a warm smile plastered on her face, growing every second as she stares at me.
I remain still...not knowing what to say or what to do..I just stare.
A slight frown appears on her face and her brows narrows, "are you okay? You are staring at me as if I'm an alien"
When I don't reply, she examines herself then chuckles ,
"Ohh..I get it, you are probably wondering that I've cooked today and not Pa. Don't worry, it won't taste as bad as you guys think it would..plus, it's your favourite, chocolate pancakes and raspberry muffins.."
I like that?
After trying to register everything, the fact finally hits me. She must be a Wilster, or maybe my new mom.
"Oh..umm..yeah, let's go..." I finally reply with my dry hoarse voice.
Maybe it's not gonna be that bad.Blue's Pov
It's been hell leaving in heaven, especially ever since my Royalty gods 'RG' classes ended and I was immediately put into training to be the next head supreme god of our realm.
I had no interest in that even a bit. I saw how my dad worked, how he put all his strength into protecting the misogynistic, weak and heartless humans. If anything, I would rather destroy and make those humans vanish with a snap of my finger since I inherited my father's undescribable overwhelming power. Sometimes I lost control over it that's why I was still under training and plus I was given an 'alba' locked around my left ankle to minimize my power and until I was ready is when it will be removed. Many are times I've always wanted to remove this fuckin' thing on my ankle so that I can do 'some forbidden stuff' but unlucky me..only my dad can take it off and he would rather go have lunch with the demons than do that.
Sometimes I felt like my father hated me for no particular reason and if it wasn't for his image or our realm's image or something, I think Siren would have been the next head supreme of our realm and I wouldn't fucking care__or maybe I would.
Siren was the example of perfect and the very version of the son any god would want...and me..I was just__Blue. My father always feels like Siren should have been the one inheriting his damn awesome powers but sorry for him.
I have never gone with him to fight the evil demons..instead he picks Siren, MY FUCKING YOUNGER BROTHER, and he doesn't even have that much power like I do. But whatever, I don't hate Siren at all, he's sweet and considerate. Though he is literally the opposite of me, I can't afford to loathe him even a single bit. He never even realizes that our father uses him to make me feel bad, he always thinks it's all about training and improving his skills and power. He is another version of naive and innocent and obedient. Areane Vard's favourite kid, god and student.
Siren was also another version of my mother__i guess he has lots of versions__my mother was kind and had always tried her best to understand me but I kept pushing her towards the edge. I knew she was also tired and disappointed for her to come to terms with dad to send me to the humans. But what I know is she loves me no matter what I do.. even if I never open up to her about things..'certain things'. I mean I hardly spoke to anyone since I was young and I was always in my small bubble. I hated conversations, skin contact, anything to do with events and this made my father annoyed with me even more..since a head supreme must learn to be social and interactive. Well..I couldn't no matter how hard I tried.But since my father is the only one who scares me to death especially when he is angry, I always have to force myself to try.
But I remember how hurt I was when he went to seal some demons that somehow managed to break free from his seal that he created 900 years ago , with Siren. I was never enough and perfect for him and I think that is what makes me rebel..if he wants me to be one then I'll be one for him.
I mean he has loathed me for a freaking long time even before I barely started to have my power. And I was tired of wondering why he hated me and whenever I asked mother, it was always the same answer, 'He doesn't hate you dear, he just wants to make sure you are perfect for protecting this realm, the humans and fighting the evil '
At least I used to believe that but not now...I was sure with myself that there was a reason but I was tired of trying to find it.
Now, I had to figure out a way to escape this stupid scary punishment of going to the mortals, and my only way was Siren. He always knew how to coax father and he has helped me in many ways to avoid punishments. But now he's not here.. he's in Olime's realm for further training with other young supreme gods from different realms and dimensions.
I remember when I was at that age and went for those trainings in that realm. I hated every bit of it since it involved a lot of immortals and contacts. I hated how everyone wanted to talk to me,to know about our realm since we are the greatest and most powerful...and this fact kind of earned father a lot of enemies.
I try to contact Siren through our link but then I remember that whenever god disciples go there, their links are cut off so as to concentrate on their activities there. Fuck..fuck..there is no other way of escaping from this shit..is there?
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I hear someone approaching but I don't even mind opening my eyes to see who's in my quarters 'cause I already know who it is. Those careful soft footsteps belong to only one person.
"Blue?"
I don't reply, keeping my eyes closed but shift a little bit to confirm to her that I'm wide awake and ready to listen to whatever she has to say.
Her small steps continue to draw near until I can feel her warm presence.
When she doesn't utter any other word I decide to break the silence, "What are you doing here ?"
"Well..your __"
"She told you everything " I cut her off knowing very well mother was the one who has sent her here. She hesitates for a moment before giving me a slight nod.
I sigh heavily, sitting straight and scooching for her to sit.
"But I still would have come to see you today without her telling me you are.." she goes silent, sitting inches away from me. When I don't reply or even glance at her, she continues,
"Well, I felt your distress through our bond and I was__worried" she says the last word with a soft sigh.
Winter was my mate...and it was decided since we were born. Our link was formed by the heaven's council 300 years ago. Naturally, a link formed naturally between two fated people apart from family. I never loved Winter the way she loved me and almost all immortals in our realm knew that. I did not and will never believe in this mate thing or fated person from birth... that's all bullshit. Winter was sweet and all...and to be honest, a very beautiful immortal with ocean eyes that always glimmer and they lay beautiful things behind them. Her slender body was curved perfectly painted with the milky bright skin. Her lips were always tilted up, with a very enchanting smile and her powers were as sweet as her aura. Her long black silk hair was always tied with enchanted flowers, flowing all the way to her back. She was everything a male god could ever want but...not me.
"I don't need your sympathy Winter... don't waste your breath being worried about me" I say nonchalantly, this time facing her. Her gaze softens and__damn that smile! I look away before it traps me.
"Blue...I can't help but worry. I know you don't need me here but I want to be, a_and you are going who knows for how long you'll be away "
I remain quiet as she continues, "I know you don't want to go Blue...have you tried apologizing to your father?"
The last statement makes her earn a glare from me as I snort a laugh, "Look, I don't need your sympathy or your fucked advices!" I don't even realize I'm raising my voice but fuck that.
I hate how she keeps calm and her gaze remaining soft, but atleast that freaking smile is not there anymore.
"You are cursing too much and it's hum__"
"Do I look like I care? If you really want to be with me in the future you have to keep those stupid advices to yourself and live with my curses..now get the fuck out" Damn I've talked too much!
She doesn't need me to tell her twice as she walks away,as her eyes keep lingering on me.
Apologize? Huh! I rather go leave with humans as long as I can than apologize to my heartless old man.
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I stand still, facing the council and my father sits in the middle his golden eyes piercing through my soul with that death stare. I feel like I can't breathe under his gaze and I face down, avoiding those eyes. I don't think I've ever feared anyone like I feared this powerful god Infront of me, his powerful aura allover the room.
"Young Vard god...I hope you realize that this is the first time a god is being sent to live like the mortals, live with them.." one of the elders of the council started. I wanted to talk back or say something but with this guy in the room..I can't utter a single word apart from nodding...and so, I nod.
"But this is for the best, to humble your pride behavior and to__" I don't hear the rest of the words as I am already bored to death. How can one be humbled by being sent to the mortals? Didn't make sense at all but I couldn't say anything or protest. But I have a huge feeling that it's not about "being humbled" . My old man has something else in mind as to why he's sending me there, either to get rid of me or something else, but definitely not to be humbled.
"I'm sending you now," I come back to my senses when that deep voice roars. I raise my head now looking at my father.
"I'm sending you to the Wilster family and your name will be Blue Wilster..not Vard"
That statement alone was enough to crush every part of me, feeling a heavy weight on my chest. That statement alone also made me realize that this was not a punishment..not a punishment at all.
The pain in my chest continues stinging even more, but never once have I ever released tears from eyes and never will . It will make me look weak and make my father hated me even more and despise me. So..with all the strength I have, I swallow the heavy lamp in my throat, like I've always done.
"So this is it?..you are finally doing what you have always wanted.." I say through the link that connects my father and I. Can't say that out loud..I mean I've always embarrassed him even when I do nothing.
"Nonsense" that's the only word he utters.
"If this will make you hate me less then I'm willing to no longer __be a Vard" I reply, feeling the stinging pain in my heart once more. I have always loved my father. He's one of the few people I cherished but..I never got his love in return and who knows why.
I can tell by his expression that he's getting disgusted but my words, and that only makes me feel worse.
I feel myself being light and things around slowly start to fade away as the voices of the heaven's council become distant. Then.. blackout!
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"Young Vard ...Young Vard..."I open my eyes, the drowsiness fading. I blink as I look around, trying to register where I am. It's a human room, small.. really really small compared to heaven's quarters as we call them. I'm laying on a human bed..though comfortable and a bit bouncy. The room's theme is a shed of blue and dark colors. It has posters of mortal musical themes and other weird things. On the other side of the room there's a desk with a mortal gadget called a computer and a shelf of books at the side. It doesn't have a lot of things...just simple.
I realize I'm not in my heavenly attires but human clothes and my golden forehead ribbon that represents a supreme god is not there anymore.
Worst of all..my body feels very weak. It's as if all my energy and power has been drained___wait, has it?
I quickly try to release fire from my hands but nothing happens. I try to shape shift but nothing...I try to freeze stuff but nothing. I test almost all my power but nothing fucking happens which makes me anxious.. something I'm not a fan of.
"Father? Father?...mom?...Siren??..MOTHERR?" NO RESPONSE! "Winter??Winter are you there?" No answer, even from Winter of all immortals!!!
I swear on the heavens that I heard my father calling me..how can I not feel any of them??.. even the bonds..I can't feel..I can't feel anything. Did he do this?.. isn't this too much??... aren't I supposed to be having the link at least. This man really does loathe me.
I get off the bed and I almost fall down due to my weak state. My knees seem to be so wobbly and my legs barely stand straight. I understand why it's all happening, I mean I'm always a god, a supreme one, from the royals...so my body to adapt being human is gonna be very hard.
I slowly walk towards the mirror that's next to the wardrobe and stare at myself. Well, I'm still looking like my fine self with all my piercings still in place..on my left eyebrow and on each of my ears. I wonder why they called these too many. Pft__dramatic. The only difference with my looks is that my skin does not have that shiny godly appearance and I don't have the Vard scent anymore. Rather, I smell like something else.
I flinch when the door knocks, followed by a soft voice,"Honey... I'm coming in" I don't reply, I remain quiet as I wait to see the person behind the door.
When I don't answer, the door creaks open and I see a woman with dark hair tied into a messy ponytail. Her eyes are a shed of blue and she looks like a mess with her dirty apron and some flour smeared on her slightly fluffy cheecks.
"Oh, you're up..well, breakfast's ready" she says with a warm smile plastered on her face, growing every second as she stares at me.
I remain still...not knowing what to say or what to do..I just stare.
A slight frown appears on her face and her brows narrows, "are you okay? You are staring at me as if I'm an alien"
When I don't reply, she examines herself then chuckles ,
"Ohh..I get it, you are probably wondering that I've cooked today and not Pa. Don't worry, it won't taste as bad as you guys think it would..plus, it's your favourite, chocolate pancakes and raspberry muffins.."
I like that?
After trying to register everything, the fact finally hits me. She must be a Wilster, or maybe my new mom.
"Oh..umm..yeah, let's go..." I finally reply with my dry hoarse voice.
Maybe it's not gonna be that bad.