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“You have never listened before, but some god must hear me-“
Volo turns towards the ruins of broken statues, the only god who ever listened destroyed in marble.
“I have devoted my existence to You, yet Your child is the only one who responds- but the fire in my mind must be quelled by one of You- any one that listens.”
He turns again, pacing away from the statue- the two loved statues of the claimed children of Arceus-
“Why have I been cursed in such a way that is only of Your creation? You leave me behind- never acknowledging me in this hell of a world- and hex me.
You curse me with the image of her in my mind- leaving my skin crawling and burning- burning desire of what?”
He turns, returning to the disgraced broken marble-
“You have hexed me with this little witch- this little chosen one to look up to me with life in her eyes- with innocence that I never got, the innocence You ripped from me.
This stupid little thing from the sky- a thing with no desire or love for You is Your chosen one? A thing with nothing for You…
What kind of god are you- one to curse a human with the life I’ve lived, the life You’ve cursed me with-
I believed it to be a test, but any test is acknowledged with failure or acceptance, but Your silence tells me more-
You’ve cursed me with such a life filled with pain and devotion to you to give Your gaze to some girl?!”
Volo sits, acknowledging the gravel in his throat, a soft echo dancing around the rock of the mountain.
“ Touch me again, Volo,” She smiles up at me, her hands running down my chest, her eyes full of love and gentleness-
“STOP!”
Volo stands, shaking the burning sensation off of his skin, glaring up at the distant destroyed temple on the mount.
“You ignore me, You hex me- what even is this? What have You cursed me with- Is this when You acknowledge me, with a curse?”
He turns, circling the rubble of the forgotten one.
“You give me these visions of her- no images of hope, no images of love, no images of You-
Or are these a curse from another- not from you, but another thing living in this Hell? Perhaps it doesn’t matter who or what gave these to me- but why do You let me suffer? Why do You let my skin crawl at the thought of her touch?”
Volo pauses.
“Tomorrow I will meet You; I will be the God who never looked me in the eye.
I’ll kill this witch- this little woman who curses me so- perhaps she did this. She cursed me with another's innocence as my innocence rots in the ground.”
He looks down at the foothills of the mountain-
“What is this- is this lust or wrath? What has she given me?”
Her touch is soft, burning a trail of love against my skin, her tender self on full display on me- heavenly light shrouding her under me-
“What is this burning under my skin? What else has been given to my tortured soul- another thing to pray to You to stop, another thing for You to ignore.
Her eyes burn my skin and mock my devotion- this little thing with so much life in her mind and soul.
Do I want her dead or do I want her?”
She looks up at me with some sort of mercy- maybe it’s admiration, maybe it’s thanks- but something so soft and sure- a look I’ve never seen directed at me.
“Is she an angel or devil? Has she come to stand in my way to hate me or to love me?
Am I to lose my goals and ambitions for this little piece of heavenly glow?
No-
I am purer than a little thing sent to stand in my way- I am higher than this pain You’ve caused me.”
“Volo, please,” She wraps her arms around me, hands running down my bare skin, pulling me into her arms, “Don’t leave just yet.”
“She will burn- She’ll scream under my grasp for what she has done- she’ll die at my hand and be mine to kill- She’ll be mine to scream-“
“ Volo, please, give me more- more of you-“
Volo glares at the ground.
“What is wrong with me? What is this?
What is this stupid lust ? What place does this have in my soul- now, as I am so close- what place is her place in my soul?
This stupid thing that fell from the sky? Is she more than Your chosen one?
Someone so strong and diligent without a reason- banished for something not her fault and yet she returns to them with a smile- an angel gracing us with nothing in return except for a life to live-“
Volo turns back to the statue, as if waiting for an answer.
“If I shall finish what I started tomorrow, what will I do with her?
Am I to kill a woman strong and merciful, or do I let her live in a prison that breaks her?-“
“ Please, hold me Volo, I’m scared-“
“Do I let her live and take away the memories that harbor her?”
“I’m happy I got to ever meet you, Volo.”
“I keep her for myself. Mine and mine alone.
And if I am to fail…
I will live in her shadow of her undeserved blessing, I will let her live if she does not pursue me. If she follows me with rage…
I’ll burn her alive.
No, I won’t.”
Volo looks at the moon, the light ever so ethereal-
“I’ll let her live and I will rot- this will be my one sin, to let her win if I shall lose.”